Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

4

One morning my alarm went off on a saturday.

It was completely out of the ordinary, and I was shocked awake at 6 o'clock in the morning.

I couldn't have been more annoyed.

Immediately my hand jerked under my pillow and brushed against a small hand gun.

I don't know why.
It just seemed to go with the unusualness of the day.

Turning groggiliy towards the blasted machine, I pointed the weapon in its dirrection.

Then I pulled the trigger.

A loud blam echoed throughout the room.

I replaced the gun under my bottom pillow.

Turned back onto my side.

And sank back to sleep in relief.

...no more than a minute later though my parents came bursting into my room - frieghtendly shouting.

I groaned sleepily.
Then I took my top pillow and yanked it over my head.

The thought occurred to me.

Maybe I should've just pressed snoozed.

And that was before the cops even came round.