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There’s a new kid at school, his name is Leigh, he thinks he is such a big shot-know all. When he rocked up at school on his very first day, he tried to do a fancy bunny-hop on his crappie, smashed up old bike and stacked it. It was hilarious, especially when he tried to get back on. He just fell straight over it again and broke three of his spokes and started to cry. He walked around school the entire week, showing off in front of everyone, telling them how good he was, trying so hard to be everyone’s friend, but we made sure nobody liked him.

We were part of a Clan I started called Clan-X. My gang members were: Rene, Grant, Mark, Trent, Tim, Daimien and myself, Cameron. We basically just pushed people around for kicks. Usually people that were half our size and walked around by themselves. We liked to blow up people’s letter boxes the most, usually just at random.

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Whenever any new kids came to our school, we used to tease and make fun of them, so they felt unwelcome and had no friends. Usually they left the school, we loved it when they did that. Anyway, back to the story… On Friday afternoon, just after school, we were all walking home talking about how much of a loser this new guy was. By the time we got to the end of the street, we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrageous to his cat because he had been bragging about it all week. On Saturday, we all met up at the local park and brought along little tools which we thought might come in handy for this sinister exercise. Grant and Rene brought some rope and a switch-blade. Trent and Mark brought a bottle of methylated spirits and some matches. Tim and Daimien brought a voice scrambler and a mobile phone and I brought some explosives, which I got from the local markets. We thought about what we were going to actually do. Finally, I stood up and said, “Okay, First, I will jump Leigh’s back fence and grab the cat. I’ll take Tim and Daimien with me just in case I can’t find it. Grant and Rene can then tie it up to a tree and cut it’s whiskers off. Then Trent and Mark can saturate it with methylated spirits, (making sure not to drown it, as we want it to burn alive). You guys can start to run down the street and I’ll call up Leigh on the mobile phone and say “Madness takes it’s toll, please have exact change.” Then I’ll throw a K0205 at his front door. When it goes off I’ll light the cat up and run. We’ll all meet back at the school. Oh, and don’t forget, if you get caught, I’ll take the heat, my parents couldn’t care less if I was at the cop shop.” Everyone was silent, Grant and Rene gave me sick grins. Tim quickly stood up and said, “Sure, we toast his cat, and scare the crap out of him, but what does he learn from it?” and then Daimien butted in, “Yeah, his right, we should like leave a note or something.” I thought for a second and said, “Okay, when I get home I’ll write him a note out of news paper clippings. We’ll leave it under his door-mat or something. Everyone put your stuff in my bag here and then we’d better get back to our homes. Be back here at 10:00pm tonight.” As I was walking home, I was thinking how funny the look on Leigh’s face would be when I lit up that helpless cat, and how confused he would be when he heard the words “Madness takes it’s toll, please have exact change.” I simply couldn’t wait. When I finally got home, I went through all the news papers and all the magazines I could find. After about an hour I had finished the letter. It read: IF YOU DON’T LEAVE THIS SCHOOL BY THE END OF THE WEEK, IT WILL BE YOU THAT BURNS. BUDDY… – LOVE CLAN-X. When I got to the park at 10:00pm everyone was already there, waiting for me. It was dark and everything was silent. Leigh only lived around the corner from the park. I found his address from the very helpful Telstra operator. When we arrived at Leigh’s house Daimien and Tim, without saying a word jumped the fence, I followed. We found the cat asleep on the back door mat. I grabbed it quickly and we all jumped back over the fence. It was a lot easier then we thought it would be but the second I handed it to Grant, it started scratching us. Rene quickly tied it to the tree, extra tight so it could hardly breathe. Grant cut it’s whiskers off and it stopped scratching him. Mark hesitated as he poured the methylated spirits on it, but Trent hurried him as he saw the lights in the house turn on. I stared at the lights for a moment and then whispered, “You guys wait up the road, just in case they give chase, you’ll get a head-start.” They started jogging up the dark road, Daimien tripped over Tim, but apart from that, it was all going smoothly. I dialed Leigh’s number, I could hear the phone from outside. He answered, “Hello.” I pushed the button on the voice scrambler and said, “Madness takes it’s toll, please have exact change.” Before he could say anything, I lit up the K0205. It started to flare and I threw it at his door step. It exploded – it sounded like a bomb. He came rushing out and I stared into his colorless eyes, as he saw his cat tied to the tree. The innocent cat gave a helpless meow as I set it alight. I ran down the street towards the others laughing wickedly as they tried to find reason to what we had actually done. I heard Leigh scream as I yelled “C’mon, get the hell outta here.” We all started running towards the school. When we got there I said as my breathe was returning, “Damn, I forgot to put the note in his letter-box. You guys go home. I’ll finish it off. I’ll see you all at school tomorrow.” They all left immediately without saying a thing. I searched for the note in my back pocket and then running as fast I could, I put the note in his locker and began to walk home. As I was walking home I began to ask myself questions I had never really thought about… Why am I such a bully? What have the people I pick on ever done to me? What do people think of me? What do I think of me? Am I insane? At that moment it seemed clear. I was insane. I began to run home, thoughts were rushing through my head. I pictured myself shooting hundreds of people, then myself. I could see myself lighting a petrol bomb and throwing it into a crowd, burning people just for fun. My head began to spin and I rushed into the house. I remembered that there was a gun somewhere in the garage, with heaps of ammunition. I raced into the garage and grabbed the gun out of the second- draw. It was a pump-action shotgun, next to a nap-sack full of ammunition – more than enough for what I was about to do. I loaded the gun and threw the bag on my back and crept into my parents room. I shot Dad first. My mother sat up and screamed then I shot her dead. After having a quick cigarette, I walked outside, it was about 11:30pm. A Police car raced down the street and came to a screeching halt in front of my house. Someone must have heard the shots and the screams and called the Police. I loaded up the gun and shot straight through the front window of the car. The driver was dead. I shot again, this time at the other Police officer. I grinned and walked towards the car. I opened the drivers side door to the Police car and pulled the lifeless body of the driver out. The other police officer seemed to be breathing, so I pushed him out of the car, reversed over him and the speed off down the street. I drove straight down to Leigh’s house. He was sitting at the table with his parents, I could see the whimp crying, I think his mother was too. When they saw the Police car pull up, his mother rushed out with the burnt body of the cat in her arms, his father followed. When they saw me she dropped the cat and tried to run, but I shot out her legs. Leigh screamed a fearful, “No!!!” and while his father tried to understand what was actually happening I shot him in the stomach. There was blood all over Leigh’s front lawn. His father was almost dead and his mother was trying to crawl away. I saw Leigh race into the kitchen just after I pulled the trigger and shot both of his parents dead. I reloaded the gun and walked calmly into the kitchen. I knew that I wouldn’t leave this kitchen alive, I could feel it in my stomach. Leigh charged at me and stabbed me in the middle of my chest. I pulled the trigger on the gun and Leigh flew through his kitchen window, he was still alive, but only just. As I was about to pull the knife out of my bloody chest, I could hear millions of people screaming, then they all began to ask me different questions, and then they all began to talk to each other. I couldn’t think. My head began to spin and everything was blurring. I quickly pulled the knife out of my chest, I think that hurt more then when Leigh stabbed it into me. I slashed my ankles, and then my wrists. There was blood everywhere, then I vomited. I could feel chunks of blood flowing out of my mouth, like water flowing over a waterfall. Then, in a final act of insanity, I rammed the gun down my throat, ready to pull the trigger. At that moment, everything was calm and silent. It seemed as if nothing had happened and the world was a beautiful place. Then I pulled the trigger. A flash of white came rushing through my head. This lasted for only a few seconds. Then I blanked out. When I woke up I wondered where I was. I looked at my chest – there were no scars at all. I looked around, the room – it seemed very familiar. I heard a voice yell, “Cameron, don’t be late for school!” It was my mother. I sat up and ran around the house, faster then I had ever ran in my life. I was home! Did God give me another chance? I didn’t really care, but when I went to school that day, there was a new guy in my class, his name was Leigh. He was a really great guy – my best friend, in fact. “We got on like a cat on fire”. By the time I went to bed that night, I had an idea of what had happened. I had dreamt all of that Clan-X stuff – I think. It just seemed so real! Well, I guess I will never know what actually happened, but I do know one thing – I am going to write it all down. Bibliography:

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