Just like that...

      I saw you running down the hall at the opposite end of me. The school was empty, trashed with torn up books and paper. I slowly started to approach you and you had fear in your eyes. 
     I know what you're like. Such a hypocrite.. such a fucking hypocrite... You're a two faced bastard who needs to learn how to take out the stick shoved up your own ass.. you spend all day telling people what to do and how you want things done YOUR way... your evenings are filled with solitude in the office, and you spend the nights bar hopping across town. You go home to find your wife asleep. She no longer cares to wait up for you because you're never home anyway.... In the morning you, again, spend all day in the office, snorting crack and spraying cologne because you wreak of alcohol and sweat. You then walk around the dealership with a mask of happiness greeting every customer that you pass by because your heart is filled with greed and all you care about is your money.... I heard rumors that this use to be a place to look forward to working in.. That ever since you became manager it turned into a shit hole environment that hired people to become unable to have a mind of their own and get clobbered on when thinking for themselves... 
     It saddens me to know that your going to die a lying sac of shit.
     I walk towards you... faster and faster I go... I grin at your pathetic being as you squirm on the floor for forgiveness.. you ask me to have pity for you. I pull the gun out... tears start running down your eyes when you hear the trigger click... I don't feel pity.. I just feel sorry... sorry that you had to go this way.....
    Eat shit you lousy bastard... BAM BAM!!

and just like that.........

You're dead.