It happened. Eric and I set up our first bomb a few miles away from the school and fire station, a skillful diversion from the chaos about to take place today. We will have our revenge on society and be free, able to exist in a timeless, spaceless place of pure happiness. I hated the happiness the jocks had; I never wanted to be one of them. Soon, though, I will have something infinitely better. Pulling into the senior parking lot, I impulsively slam my car door, my hands itching to wrap themselves around the second explosive of the day. I check the backup bomb in my car just beforehand to ensure it’s set to detonate at the right time. It reads: 12:00. Perfect. I stride to Eric’s vehicle located by the south entrance to equip the merciless
