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Graig smirked and planted another foot on Caled's chest, leering with satisfaction at the resultant cry of anguish.
"Graig.. come on, man.. everything I say about you, I mean about myself!"
Graig's manic grin widened, and he applied more pressure.
"Shut up, boy, you'll make it worse."
Caled's labored breathing lessened and lessened, and finally, with a climactic snap, his rib cage imploded. Caled was dead.
Graig pushed his luxuriously soft, curly blond hair out of his eyes and looked with prose into the distant sunset as though watched by a fawning audience.. a sharp vibration suddenly rocked his head. The pulsing was getting more intense, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take--
Graig bolted upright in his bed to the rhythmic chant of his bedside alarm clock. Summer was finally over.
Graig lumbered into the bathroom and grimaced at his reflection as usual. Brushing his stringy orange hair over his lessening hairline, his grimace widened, and again he contemplated bringing his dad's .50 to first period.
When the new year's schedules came in the mail on Juneteenth, Graig's universe had been shattered. His every scheduled period was marred by the presence of Caled Staltzarr, the worst bully in school. Caled was infamously good at making Graig sob like a ***** in public.
Graig had managed to ignore his predicament for the entirety of the summer, and though it had made his vacation more bearable, he found himself utterly unprepared now. There was no time to start a comeback list now.. he again pictured his dad's .50 and his grimace faltered a little. He shook his head and with a sigh pulled on his size-7 Airators, making for the door.
Passing through the living room, he heard Inuyasha's soothing voice. He wheeled around to see the half-demon displayed on the den's 25-inch, killing wave after wave of generic enemy lackeys. Inuyasha wasn't afraid to trounce a few arses when the going got tough.. Graig suddenly turned and walked to his pap's room, which was empty, as expected. Dads didn't live in their rooms when they'd been hit by airplanes.
Graig made his way to his dad's closet and opened the door, flinching violently as the unexpected suspended mirror forced him to behold his ****ING DISGUSTING features and thin orange hair. He knocked the mirror down, and it shattered. Fresh tears began trekking down Graig's face. Reaching for the shoebox that contained the magnum, he considered just ending it all now. Nobody really liked him; hell, even he wanted to punch himself, after seeing what an ugly beast had resided in his reflection. Inuyasha's piercing battle cry made it to the closet, however, and Graig's sense of self-preservation was reinforced with fantasies of the righteous slaughter of thousands of Caleds.
---
He beheld the entrance of Sumter High Schoors with new confidence. Reaching for the first set of double doors, he pushed. The doors didn't open! He pushed harder. He was starting to panic when a crushing blow left him in a heap. He looked up doggedly and saw his assailant pull the door open. Rushing inside, he made a beeline for his classroom, hoping to avoid any further ***-pounding.
Manufacturing a strong and self-assured grin, he sauntered over to Caled's table and took a seat. Caled was sleeping on his arms.
Caled looked up, yawned, and beheld Graig's falsely confident grin with a cruel guffaw. He punched Graig in the **** and returned to sleep.
Graig collapsed to the ground, writhing and panting. Graig was furious!
"You call me stupid again AND I'LL STRIKE YOU!" he tweeted, reaching into his pak-pak. He found and raised the gun at Caled's head. He was incredulous now-- not a single person in the room had even slightly acknowledged his outburst or gun.
"Ignore this," Graig whispered, and fired.
---
Craig opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" he managed. The nearby nurse stifled a laugh.
He tried to move his arms. Looking down, new tears came with realization. He had managed to shatter his entire arm, like an accordion or some ****, by firing such a huge gun with such ***** bones. A police officer emerged.
"Hey, you're Graig Geedorah, amirite?"
"Yeah."
"Haha, we were going to arrest you, but we did-ent, because you caused zero damage to anyone but yourself, and because we'd have to fill out paperwork and ****."
"So I'm not in trouble?"
"No, you're just a ******. Anyway, school let out a few minutes ago at three, so you're clear to go home."
Graig was pushed out of the hospital bed and given a band-aid for his mangled, dead arm.
He walked out to the parking lot and tried to hitch a ride, but was spit at from every angle when he opened his mouth to speak, so he just started walking.
After what seemed like days, he made it home.
---
Wearily, Graig sat down at his computer. His eyes lit up as he pecked out the deviantArt URL with his left index finger. Logging in and closing his eyes, he felt the real world dissipate. He felt himself grow to a towering seven feet. His muscles bulged. His hair became a less ***gy color. He WAS Rexan.
Scanning his new messages, he looked confident. Did these TROLLS really think they could mess with him here, in his domain? Many hours passed, and he had pecked out witty responses to each and every troll. He began uploading the newest and most risque variant of his OC yet, all the while revising his status with confident, satirical challenges to authority and custom, and you'd better believe he used cuss words, this was no holds barred.
It was two am when he finally logged off, satisfied with the day's endeavors. Settling into his racecar bed, he closed his eyes with a contented smile, and drifted off. Caled's tortured screams began to fill his head.
Graig smirked and planted another foot on Caled's chest, leering with satisfaction at the resultant cry of anguish.
"Graig.. come on, man.. everything I say about you, I mean about myself!"
Graig's manic grin widened, and he applied more pressure.
"Shut up, boy, you'll make it worse."
Caled's labored breathing lessened and lessened, and finally, with a climactic snap, his rib cage imploded. Caled was dead.
Graig pushed his luxuriously soft, curly blond hair out of his eyes and looked with prose into the distant sunset as though watched by a fawning audience.. a sharp vibration suddenly rocked his head. The pulsing was getting more intense, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take--
Graig bolted upright in his bed to the rhythmic chant of his bedside alarm clock. Summer was finally over.
Graig lumbered into the bathroom and grimaced at his reflection as usual. Brushing his stringy orange hair over his lessening hairline, his grimace widened, and again he contemplated bringing his dad's .50 to first period.
When the new year's schedules came in the mail on Juneteenth, Graig's universe had been shattered. His every scheduled period was marred by the presence of Caled Staltzarr, the worst bully in school. Caled was infamously good at making Graig sob like a ***** in public.
Graig had managed to ignore his predicament for the entirety of the summer, and though it had made his vacation more bearable, he found himself utterly unprepared now. There was no time to start a comeback list now.. he again pictured his dad's .50 and his grimace faltered a little. He shook his head and with a sigh pulled on his size-7 Airators, making for the door.
Passing through the living room, he heard Inuyasha's soothing voice. He wheeled around to see the half-demon displayed on the den's 25-inch, killing wave after wave of generic enemy lackeys. Inuyasha wasn't afraid to trounce a few arses when the going got tough.. Graig suddenly turned and walked to his pap's room, which was empty, as expected. Dads didn't live in their rooms when they'd been hit by airplanes.
Graig made his way to his dad's closet and opened the door, flinching violently as the unexpected suspended mirror forced him to behold his ****ING DISGUSTING features and thin orange hair. He knocked the mirror down, and it shattered. Fresh tears began trekking down Graig's face. Reaching for the shoebox that contained the magnum, he considered just ending it all now. Nobody really liked him; hell, even he wanted to punch himself, after seeing what an ugly beast had resided in his reflection. Inuyasha's piercing battle cry made it to the closet, however, and Graig's sense of self-preservation was reinforced with fantasies of the righteous slaughter of thousands of Caleds.
---
He beheld the entrance of Sumter High Schoors with new confidence. Reaching for the first set of double doors, he pushed. The doors didn't open! He pushed harder. He was starting to panic when a crushing blow left him in a heap. He looked up doggedly and saw his assailant pull the door open. Rushing inside, he made a beeline for his classroom, hoping to avoid any further ***-pounding.
Manufacturing a strong and self-assured grin, he sauntered over to Caled's table and took a seat. Caled was sleeping on his arms.
Caled looked up, yawned, and beheld Graig's falsely confident grin with a cruel guffaw. He punched Graig in the **** and returned to sleep.
Graig collapsed to the ground, writhing and panting. Graig was furious!
"You call me stupid again AND I'LL STRIKE YOU!" he tweeted, reaching into his pak-pak. He found and raised the gun at Caled's head. He was incredulous now-- not a single person in the room had even slightly acknowledged his outburst or gun.
"Ignore this," Graig whispered, and fired.
---
Craig opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" he managed. The nearby nurse stifled a laugh.
He tried to move his arms. Looking down, new tears came with realization. He had managed to shatter his entire arm, like an accordion or some ****, by firing such a huge gun with such ***** bones. A police officer emerged.
"Hey, you're Graig Geedorah, amirite?"
"Yeah."
"Haha, we were going to arrest you, but we did-ent, because you caused zero damage to anyone but yourself, and because we'd have to fill out paperwork and ****."
"So I'm not in trouble?"
"No, you're just a ******. Anyway, school let out a few minutes ago at three, so you're clear to go home."
Graig was pushed out of the hospital bed and given a band-aid for his mangled, dead arm.
He walked out to the parking lot and tried to hitch a ride, but was spit at from every angle when he opened his mouth to speak, so he just started walking.
After what seemed like days, he made it home.
---
Wearily, Graig sat down at his computer. His eyes lit up as he pecked out the deviantArt URL with his left index finger. Logging in and closing his eyes, he felt the real world dissipate. He felt himself grow to a towering seven feet. His muscles bulged. His hair became a less ***gy color. He WAS Rexan.
Scanning his new messages, he looked confident. Did these TROLLS really think they could mess with him here, in his domain? Many hours passed, and he had pecked out witty responses to each and every troll. He began uploading the newest and most risque variant of his OC yet, all the while revising his status with confident, satirical challenges to authority and custom, and you'd better believe he used cuss words, this was no holds barred.
It was two am when he finally logged off, satisfied with the day's endeavors. Settling into his racecar bed, he closed his eyes with a contented smile, and drifted off. Caled's tortured screams began to fill his head.
