Andrew looked at the defeated expression on Sabrina's face as he pulled the trigger. The shot gun exploded in his right hand and most of what used to be her gut lay on the floor. With a cry of desperation and anger, her boy friend Chuk ran at him, all his fury making him forget his fear. 'Admirable', thought Andrew, 'but not good enough.' The gun blasted part of his face and blood splattered across the wall. The teacher was covering the rest of the students, frightened to wit's end, trying desperately to inch towards the door. He shot her from the back and she fell on the rest of her 6th Grade students, crushing them under her weight. 'You didn't do anything for me Mrs. Summers', he thought with menace. He spotted Billy, crouching under the table and his fury returned anew. Two shots in the chest had him sprawling on the floor, dead. Someone was running towards the door, got to the knob and was about to turn it. 'Not a chance', thought Drew. He blasted Peter, sending him rick rocketing onto the wall. He looked around. All around him there was carnage. If only they had saved him, let him live. He slowly felt himself dissipating, disappearing from the face of the earth forever. "Wake up son ! Wake up !". He blinked and looked up to see God staring at him with concern. "Come and see." He followed god up the dais and looked into the well. It was in the cemetery. They were lowering a body. There was Sabrina, with her pretty little eyes sparkling in tears and Chuk, holding her hand, trying hard not to cry. Peter was standing next to Mrs. Summers who was crying openly and his mother was looking on silently, as the body was lowered, her grief not showing. He strained to hear what the Priest was saying. God, as though sensing this, magnified the voice. "Here lies Andrew Jones. May he rest in peace. He was a good boy and a great man. Loved and respected by all. May he find solace in the arms of god", the voice was fading away. 'It was a dream', realised Andrew. 'Of course it was. They don't sell guns in heaven.'
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