Chapter Nine

BOOM!

I knew the bomb would detonate soon. So I threw open a door and pelted helter-skelter through the halls. Many student robots tried to stop me, but I was too fast. I did a James Bond (He is so cool… James Bond) roll near the elevators and left the robots behind. (Hornwell is privileged.) Now, even though I nearly died, I got bored in the elevators (as always) and I would like to share that boredom.

Dum da de de de, my mind hummed along in tune with the elevator music. When the lift made it to ground floor, I jumped out and ran towards the doors. Mr Creepy S tried to stop me, but I flew past him. Out the doors I triumphantly ran, all the way home.

Even from far away, I heard the explosion, a million cries of pain, the screaming shrapnel, everything and everyone in the school, gone. I stopped, stunned, dazed.

I had not expected my CBU-58A/B bomb to be that affective.

Police sirens wailed and I ran to the school, seemingly inconspicuous (not noticeable). Or so I thought. I was arrested on the spot.

I have spent the last thirty years or so of my life in solitary confinement, cutting myself to pass the time, and to write this on the walls of my cell, which are splattered with food and blood.

This is the real events of what happened.

You may have read the papers.

There were false accusations.

I DID blow up Hornwell.

But I did it…

To save you.