It’s the big day of the 6th grade field trip at Cambridge Way Middle School. Everyone was enjoying the most beautiful weather filled full of joy as the students got seated on the bus. You knew in your heart that your life would change forever after today. As you sat in your seat by yourself closely analyzing all the faces that put you to shame. Constantly being picked on by everyone, followed by being called the nastiest names for no apparent reason made you despise your entire class. Today was different though, no one seemed to put much focus on you for once as all the kids were interested in the field trip. Headphones blaring and not giving a fuck on what will end up happening today. Prepared and focused as the lyrics imprinted your mind, this was destined to happen leaving no regrets behind. As you slowly unzipped your book bag, drawing much attention to the students you simply nod to them. Without hesitation you scramble out your fathers .40 S&W, full magazines locked and loaded as you start dismembering your fellow class with 40 rounds of lead. Gun powder filled the air, as 15 bodies lay flattened on bus #165. You could see movement as some students were still some what breathing, putting a stop of that by slicing each and everyone of their throats one by one. The music was louder and you couldn’t stop, hatred filled your veins as you left every spec of anger on that bus. Taking the life’s of every student or teacher that ever talked down upon you, making you feel weak and hopeless at ever being excepted. Windows were drenched with large amounts of blood, 15 life’s were taken. Sitting in everyone’s blood with a smirk, sirens neared but you didn’t care.