a young face waits at a bus stop.
waiting for the bus to arrive, they inhale the fresh air of rain.
the sound of rain is pleasant
although quite unnerving at times,
it was calming.
a vehicle was heard in the distance
assuming it was the bus,
they quickly grab their school bag and stand up
when someone pushes them behind a large tree nearby
mouth being covered,
the bus stops
no one steps in
not after five minutes,
not after ten minutes.
the students had never taken a liking to them
but they had never expected to not see their face every five days a week,
they felt uneasy.
outside the bus,
no one could have guessed
that this was the last breath
they'd ever take
or the last step
they'd ever take
just as the bus took off,
they see a fragment of a weaponed shadow.
the roaring thunder accompanied by heavy downpour is threatening and,
they scream.
the students and bus driver included heard it
it was chilling and filled with agony.
little did they know that,
on the ground covered with blood,
with a knife deep in their flesh,
was a girl we called
abigail.
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Middle School Killer
Teen Fictionjust a smol one shot i mads three years ago, t'was cringe so i changed it
