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Essay / essay - 598
The hooded figure is visibly sitting outside the primary school and counting in his head. For a brief moment, he opens his bag and sees a black handle belonging to an AK-47 rifle. The man thinks back to how he got this gun, it was really simple. All he had to do was go to a gun show where all they asked was your name and age and the gun was yours. If they asked for background checks, they would know that he was mentally unstable and had previously been to prison for assaulting his ex-wife. He is startled at the sound of the school bell and hears laughter and chatter as students stream into the courtyard. “This is my chance,” he says to himself, as he slowly opens his bag and grabs the handle of the pistol. “Nice jacket sir,” said a sneering boy with red hair and freckles who couldn’t have been more than 12 years old. “Thank you,” the hooded man replied seriously. "Haha, I was sacastic" smiled the boy who was now chewing a piece of bubble gum, happy to have beaten this adult. "Just like me," the stranger replied, pulling out his gun and watching the smile on the children's faces disappear as he fired the gun....