Yan is out sick again

It was dark an gloomy. A perfect day for a mass murder. No one would have suspected that their lives would en suddenly. As Mark stared at himsel in the mirror he wondered on how many newspapers his fac would be on and how many different people would remember it forever. He went over the plan in his head once, twice, ten times. It all made sense and he smiled as he thought abou blood splattered on the walls and the beautiful sound of screams piercing his ears.He felt in control, powerful. Adrenaline ran through his veins an he couldn't keep his excitement in any longer. The clock ticked behind him and every second was closer to what he was determined to do. As he pulled a 9 millimeter shotgun from underneath his bed he gently caressed it and admired it's beauty. He loved that feeling of the bullets lined up one behind the other, all with someone's name on it. It was a shame however that the beauiful gold bullets, would be engraved in a heart, a liver, a lung, or a brain. He tucked in the gun in his bag. Without it he was just a normal kid. No one would suspect a thing. After being satisfied with his accomplishments, he would only have to wait for the police to handcuff him and it wouldn't be too long before he'd be declared the most dangerous teen in the world.