He had originally put the gun in there to scare Strudel.  He turned all the faucets on and the hand dryers and flushed the toilets just in case there was anyone still in there.   He put the gun in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

Meanwhile, Strawberry was on the phone with Waffles.    “He’s suspended” said Strawberry.   “I can’t believe it”

“Hey, it’s the price he pays for getting to beat up Tom.” said Waffles.

“I suppose” said Strawberry. “But his mom won’t even let me talk to him!”

“He must be in big trouble” said Waffles.

“I don’t even get to communicate with him until Thursday!” Strawberry complained.

Meanwhile, Strudel was in his room, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.  He got up, and walked over by his door, and sat down in front of his boom box. He hit play on the CD player.  Lose Yourself- Eminem.

Strudel remembered that day back in ’02 or ’03. Whatever. It didn’t really matter to him.

“Strudel?”

Strudel snapped back to reality.

His mom was standing in the doorway. “It’s time for dinner” she said.