High School Massacre. PLEASE READ
Okay this story is just a rough draft at this moment.
I stepped out of the house in a dream like state. I crouched low in the bushes beside his house. Then I heard it. Footsteps. My eyes shot open. I smelled the cool night air. I smelled something sweet. It was tantalizing, like a warm mug of hot chocolate on a freezing winter night. I couldn't control my self. It's like that sometimes, sometimes you must follow your instincts.
I flicked on the television in the morning and changed it to the news and heard the