The Quiet One Kyle sat In the back corner of the room. It was his favorite seat. It was away from people, and windows. He hated it outside. The corner was perfect it was away from reality. He would get lost in his thoughts. Kyle was a bullied kid. He wasn't short, or too big, or too skinny. He was medium built, smart, and a nice kid. He had no friends no one to talk to, so he was all the time lost in his thoughts. Slap! A spitball hit his right cheek. Today he wasn't going to be bullied. He wore a long black coat that went down to his knees. Hiding under his coat in his two pant's pockets were two pistols. He wasn't going to use them yet. He was waiting patiently for Josh a kid who bullied him since first grade. Josh walked two minutes before the tardy bell. He walked to the back to Kyle. Put his hand on Kyle's right shoulder, and said, "morning chicken-crap." Kyle reached into his right pocket pulled out the gun, smiled and said "morning Josh." Than shot Josh in the stomach. He fell to the ground. Kids ran around the room, and Kyle shot the pistols openly in the air, wounding five, and killing three. After it was finished He put the pistols on the desk, and said out loud "I will not be bullied again." And than if course got listing his thoughts.