"Tom...?" I asked of him, but he never answered, he was busy rubbing his face with lunch, a cold mashed potato salad, with bacon grits on the top of it. I had no idea why was he doing this, or if he had a conceptual grasp of the benefits of rubbing potatos and pigs on your face. If it had any at all. Too bad I was paired with him in class, we had to write up a story, I couldn't bother to ask him to check on it. He would say,
"DIDNT READ LOL"
No shit Sherlock, you didn't even set eyes on that damn page, well you are an idiot so... If you want to know how I met this sick f*ck, let me tell you, he has a pretty face, I had a crush on him, nobody liked him to be honest and they didn't tell me how stupid this guy is at the start of the school year. That is all. So as I finished up the draft of my composition quickly, he took all the damn credit so I got lesser marks than him total. What the f*ck man. Serious? Real? A revolting feeling came before me, as never felt before, a need to beat the shit out of that scum of the universe. I had things to do, and it was tonight.
The following night came, it was dark and the ever present cool air fueled the hot coals within me. I wanted to straight up go up to his doorstep and tell him what I feel about him. At the door of his home, I rang the bell. His mother was the first at the door. She let me in easy, I was Tom's partner, remember? No, he should be named ass god damn burger if i were his parents. I quickly made my way to his room, opened the door, my face blank and pale. The revolting feeling in my head continued to plague me, my arms itching in anticipation as I drew my weapon from the bottom of my backpack. A butcher knife, classic weapon to cut that bastard up. It was time. I swung at his shoulder, he did not respond but said "DEURGH" out loud. Better say more of that as I gouge your two eyes out... He did not respond to that either. As I threw the mass of what was left of his eyes, he went silent. I proceeded to cut the skin of his body off like cutting skin off an animal. Wilderness training did help me a lot here. Then I carved and threw his body parts to different areas of the room, making my way down the stairs, bloodied. And continue what I did with the rest in this hell hole.
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Dis for you idiots.
TL;DR : If you skipped all the way here, you suck Hackendel's balls.