A cooling breeze causes my bangs to gently brush against my face. Its a fairly hot day but the shade under the purple maple tree Im under protects me. The few clouds in the sky are wispy fluffs, changing quickly enough so that prolonged watching is inevitable. My gaze, however, is not on the clouds. Im staring at the high caliber pistol with a relaxed expression. Fingers slide lazily over its frame.
Its such a lovely day.
The tree stands in the middle of a wide strip of lush grass. Brick walls and the large glass window panes of my school surround me in a large rectangle. In each window familiar faces that lack names in my mind sit slumped over their work.
A strong wind carries my attention away from the colorful array students behind the glass windows. Comfortable, I lean against the maple trees trunk no need to slouch like my peers. Rough bark is felt through my thin summer shirt, my jeans feeling the grass carpet. Dark shades of purple sway my entire vision the trees leaves dancing in the breeze.
I sigh, ready for a nap. If no one noticed, maybe Id be able to take one in this perfect day before its end. It wasnt that I was depressed, or angry, or struggling with some problem at school or home I was just tired. The repetitious pattern life had people live by until they died was lulling to me. Sounds and feelings were nothing but a never ending childs melody to my mind.
The gun became heavy in my hand. My closing eyes open just long enough to see a class mate through the window most in front of me. He seems anxious and soon muffled yells of concern are becoming audible over the glass barrier.
It seems Ive been spotted so much for my nap. A teacher looks at me in horror as I lift the gun and slowly finger the safety latch. It clicks off and I load it with the ammunition from my pocket. The teachers not in the room any more, probably fled to find some help.
Observing the interesting way the gun reflects light even in the shade, I hear desperate cries. Three teachers are hurrying from a door fifty feet away. The way theyre running makes me wonder if theyve found a way to outrun a bullet. Their determination to reach and somehow stop me in time easily imagined without seeing their faces clearly. If only they hadnt come out now would have allowed me one last nap
I pulled the trigger and the perfect day ended.