Strudel got up. The teacher dragged him to the office.

Tom slowly got up. He picked up his art project. There was a size 14 footprint on it. He ran down the hall, his whole body hurting. Everyone else went out the front door, ignoring Tom.  Tom stopped when he reached the cafeteria, and he turned into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Strudel was in the office, waiting for his mom to come and pick him up.  “What about my car?” he asked.

“We’ll have it towed.” said the principal. “You have to ride home with your mother”

“But I usually drive my friends home” said Strudel. 

“I’ll make sure they get home” the principal said. He typed something on his laptop, and it made the instant message sound.  “There” he said. “All taken care of”

Back in the bathroom, Tom sat there, writing on little pieces of paper for hours. He eventually looked at his watch. It was 6:15. Everyone was probably gone by now.

He reached into his backpack, and pulled out the gun he had put in there before school.