This was strange.
I was at school. The government had brought corperal punishment and all teachers were armed with canes.
I was in my olf form tutor's forum, not my current one.
I was rude and talked back to him, having very little respect for him, as I didn't in real life. He then told me to go to the Head of Year's office. (I didn't go, I instead went to the PE office, where the Head of year happened to be :conf: ) Anyway, on the way out I talked to my friend. I told him that when the time came, he would have to attack around the other side of the school to where I was.
"You will have to attack from the Sports Hall", I said
"But you'll be alone!"
"Don't worry about me"
Then the form tutor interjected. He told me to get on with it, or he'd hit me with the cane. I then made some witty remark like "That cane comes within two feet of ANY perosn in this class and the whole form will attack. We won't stand for it."
On the way out, he just caught my leg. I grabbed a pencil from the table on my way out, spitting "You haven't heared the last of me" at the form tutor.
I reached the Head of Year and he was going to hit me with the cane as was his job, but instead I grabbed his arm, punched him in the face, kicked him a few times and rammed the pencil through his hand, making him drop the cane. I grabbed the cane, ran outside the room. To which I bump into a boy and a girl fleeing. Both are already my friends. Behind them, there are about five other people, all of them I know. They all follow me. I am their leader. I lead them through the door, pick up some hockey sticks from the PE storeroom and specifically tell them to avoid going in the tennis courts, where some people have already gone in. I knew that if we were to enter we could be easily cornered.
Then, another of my friends (a really iffemminate year 11) runs up to me and I am really pleased to see him. He smokes, and there is a tree by us. We snap some branches off and set fire to the ends and spread them among us. Me with a cane in my left hand and a flaming branch in my right, the others the same with hockey sticks instead of the cane. Two of our company flee to search for the first friend mentioned.
The rest of us stand and fight the oncoming tide of teachers. Apparently, the uproar caused in my classroom to start with had spread. We all survive, one teacher flees, and I order my friends not to harm him with the darts (all of the teachers are armed with darts to throw and pupils take their weapons so they have something to fight with).
We run around the school in the same direction of the two friends.
We turn the corner and there it is. One of them is face down on the concrete, a dart sticking out of the back of her neck, and the other has been trampled into the ground nearby, unrecognisable. Apparently, they were running away unarmed when they were stuck down.
I take out the dart, roll her over and hug her. Then I get up and walk away. My other firends do the same, not wanting to leaver her side.
I tell them to come on and they reluctantly obey.
We all turn the corner to find the army of adults who apparently threw the offending dart.
The leader, who is the form tutor, is busy smugly talking at me when I don't notice the man next to him. The dart has already struck the girl next to me in the forhead before I even know he's there.
Then I just grab the cane and a hockey stick and just charge and hit and hit until all is left is lying on the floor the head of year! He was trying to hold back the teachers, apparently changed sides and now respected us. He never wanted to harm pupils.
Then I just feel guilty. Two of my group are dead and I would not allow the others to grieve. Then, come running in are the friend from the start and the second girl to die's boyfriend then comes and takes her away.
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Did this story even lead anywhere?
I'm sure I missed some parts out, though...