In the Mind of Mr Newsom
About four years back, I had a teacher, Mr Newsom, who taught U.S History. He was a quiet teacher, only speaking when he was presenting something. To that end, a lot of my classmates took the chance to bully the everlasting crap out of him. They would put thumbtacks on his chair, throw spitballs at his face. All this time, he would just stay quiet, allowing us to finish our work. For months on end, he would put up with all our bullcrap, and all that time, I felt bad for him. He was a broken man, allowing people to bully him, and he himself didn't do anything about it, till one particular day.
Let me explain...
It was a cool day in May. Everyone walked in as usual, and a few of my classmates were ready for a big prank, involving a shock pen. Everyone shuffled into their seats, as Mr Newsom walked in. But something was off about him. He was more happier and confident than usual. Mr Newsom sat down, opened his planner, and turned to the class.
"Before we start. Any questions about last night's homework?"
Nobody answered, cause none of us did the homework, nor did we even look at it. Mr Newsom smiled, and shut his planner.
"Good, then let's begin,"
In a flash, Mr Newsom stood up, waving around a black handgun. Everyone screamed. I was frozen in place, a cold sense of dread hitting me. Mr Newsom was laughing now, while gripping the gun.
"I...have had it up to here!" Mr Newsom shouted loudly, waving the gun. "Today....I will not take your bullcrap anymore,"
Suddenly, a chair scraped on the floor. It was Liam, one of Mr Newsom's tormentors.
"Please, Mr Newsom," Liam scoffed. "That thing's probably a water gun, of some sort of toy gun. Is this some sort of joke?"
There was a sudden bang, followed by a thud. Everyone was screaming now, Mr Newsom stared at Liam's lifeless body.
"Now do you think it's a joke?" Mr Newsom said slowly. My ears were ringing, I could barely hear anything. Mr Newsom was laughing hysterically now. There was screaming outside the hallways also. A bunch of us tried to bolt to the doors, but they were bolted shut. Mr Newsom continued to laugh.
"Today....today is a new reckoning," Mr Newsom said, before his voice changed.
"SIT THE HELL DOWN!"
Everyone did as told. I stayed in my seat, glued to the chair. Mr Newsom walked down the aisles, then stopped, stroking Phoebe's hair. She was another one of his tormentors.
"Now, what prank do you have for me today?" Mr Newsom said slowly.
"N...nothing," Phoebe sais, frozen in fear. Mr Newsom smiled.
"That's good to hear," Mr Newsom said, before pulling the trigger. Someone screamed. Phoebe's lifeless body fell onto the ground. I could see flashing red and blue sirens now. Mr Newsom must've saw them too, cause he opened the window, aimed his gun, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing into the air. There was screaming outside, before he shut the window again.
"Don't mind those idiots outside," Mr Newsom said. "Let's play a little game,"
Mr Newsom walked down the rows, stopping at me.
"Lily..." He said slowly, stroking my hair with the gun. I was frozen, paralyzed, unable to move.
"H...how are you doing Mr Newsom?" I stuttered. Mr Newsom smiled.
"Pretty good," Mr Newsom said. "You?"
"G..ggood," I said slowly. Mr Newsom patted me on the back.
"You're a good kid Lily." Mr Newsom said, taking out another clip, reloading his gun. "You're gonna go places in life,"
Suddenly, a kid bolted for the windows, attempting to open the window. Mr Newsom turned and fired two shots into the kid's back. The kid fell down, limp. My classmates were crying softly. One for his mom. Mr Newsom went over to the kid.
"Your mom isn't coming," Mr Newsom said slowly, aiming the gun directly at the kid's chin. The kid's lip was quivering, as she slowly looked down at the barrel. Mr Newsom stood up, letting go of the kid. He went back to his desk, and opened a small cupboard, revealing a bag of candy. He tossed the bag at the kids.
"Eat," Mr Newsom said. "You're not escaping her anytime soon,"
We were frozen in place, horrified by Mr Newsom's actions.
"EAT!" Mr Newsom yelled. Kids scrambled out of their seats and grabbed candy. I just sat at my desk.
"Not hungry Lily?" Mr Newsom asked. I turned.
"Wha...oh...uh...no I'm not hungry," I said. Mr Newsom nodded, and waved his gun.
"Today isn't really my day," Mr Newsom said, laughing and scoffing. "First my wife leaves me, I'm stuck teaching you brats, my mother died today, and my car FUCKING BROKE DOWN!"
Mr Newsom was seething now, slamming the gun on his desk. There was pounding outside. Mr Newsom turned at the door.
"Mr Newsom, open up, " A voice outside said. Mr Newsom turned to us, and smirked.
"MR NEWSOM! OPEN UP! LET THE KIDS GO!" The voice commanded him. Mr Newsom just chuckled.
"SCREW YOU!" Mr Newsom yelled, before taking his gun, and firing a shot.
"Break down the door!" The voice yelled. There was a crash, followed by armed officers entering, pointing their guns at Mr Newsom.
"DROP THE GUN!" One officer instructed. Mr Newsom smirked and walked over to me, before suddenly grabbing me and pointing the gun at my temple. The cold metal pierced through my neck.
'LET THE KID GO!" An officer yelled. Mr Newsom laughed.
"THEY RUINED ME! THEY NEED TO PAY!" Mr Newsom yelled.
"We can get you help!" An officer yelled.
"Help?!" Mr Newsom yelled. "HELP!?"
Mr Newsom shoved the gun further to my temple.
"I'm past the point of getting help," Mr Newsom said, before pointing the gun at an officer.
"DUCK!" An officer yelled at me. I ducked, right at a flurry of bullets hit Mr Newsom in the chest and arms. Mr Newsom fell to the ground, his glasses stained with blood. As he died, he turned to us and smirked.
"Class.....dismissed," Mr Newsom croaked, before his hand let go of the gun. The students slowly walked towards the officer, as I slowly stood up, and made my way an officer. I turned back to Mr Newsom, who was lying motionless on the ground, his eyes glazed over. Somehow, I could feel his eyes looking at me, staring at me, as sirens wailed in the distance.
Credited to Cada9
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