"Who stole the fucking lamp?" i yelled over the loud racket of the partyers. i knew having a house party would be a bad idea. the sketchy druggies got invited, and in my living room, they were smoking crack, sniffing coke and shooting the h train.
I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit. i thought to myself, as i walked up the stairs and into my parents bedroom.
"Get the fuck out!" i yelled to the kids playing underneath the covers. they threw their clothes on and ran out of the room giggling. i opened my parents closet, moved osme things around and pulled out a shoebox. i lifted the lid of the box and revealed the silver gun inside, along with 3 clips. i took the gun out, loaded it, and turned the safety off. i kept the gun at my side as i walked out. i saw those two horny kids going at it again, and i raised the gun, and shot them each twice. screames rang out through the house as i walked down the stairs, firing on anyone i saw.
click click
the clip was empty, so i reloaded and shot at the kids scrambling through the door. they just kept dropping.
click click empty again
i loaded the last clip as i stepped outside and unleashed hell on the backs of my friends.
click click
"Why did you do it kid?" the officer asked me in the interogation room.
"They broke my fucking lamp!" i shouted back at him
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