Brock Ackerman was not a well known person at Kenton High School. Brock always wanted to
become more than anyone though he could be. So one day Brock went to his school which he
hated and always talked about burning. He planned to lock all the students in the gymnasium
that were mean to him in school ever since Second Grade. Brock walked down the halls of the
school as everyone glared at him. "I'll get you, you, you and especially you" he thought to
himself. He trotted into the bathroom and pulled out a knife Brock said "I'm so sick and tired of
everybody giving me though looks like "You're such a loser." I want to be respected among the
other students. I will no longer be the weak, old, pathetic, Brock that everyone thought they cold
just say anything they wanted to me. "From this day forward, I will be called the All Mighty Tyter!"
he said in remembrance of that name from a book that he read later that year. He walked out of
the bathroom. Drake, Drake Webster one of the bullies that always called Brock names ever since
second grade when I moved here. Drake walked passes him. "Stupid ass" Drake said. Violently,
he pushed Brock into the girls bathroom." Stupid" he said as he looked back to see him fall. He
slipped and fell face forward. Brock tried to brace himself with his hands. He let go of the knife
as it slid under a tall, skinny, orange, wall that was a part of a stall. "I hate him I'm going to get
him one of these days" Brock said to him self, or so he thought. He opened the orange door and
there sat a girl as she cried out loudly. He felt the dead screech run down his spine as he started
to sweat. Brock picked up the knife. Quickly, he slit her throat as blood sprayed all over the wall
of the stall. He felt so scared. "Damn... I killed a her poor innocent girl, I didn't mean to, I didn't,
I promise" Brock said with one last look into the girl's dead eyes. He ran out of the bathroom
trying to step in the small areas surrounded by her blood as he glanced back to see her fall to
the ground trying to get a small breath to scream for help; to save her life. She looked at him
she started crying, she couldn't tell but she slowly faded away, gasping for air. Brock dropped the
knife. He started to run, and then he delayed as he started to blend in with the all students that
just got dismissed out of school by the bell......