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.44 Caliber Dreams
1 review~R for Safety~ They thought she was joking. She'd never dream of doing that. But she was out for a bloodlust revenge and she'd make them pay. They won't forget
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".44 Caliber Dreams"
The halls are empty
No students writing
Make up tests
No students
Walking back and forth
Just you
Just you and the sound
of your shoes
Clicking behind you
You walk past the math hall
A teacher spots you from behind
"Anne!
Why are you out of class"
You just laugh
Smile
Then give her a salute
You walk into the class room
She was telling
Lecturing
All about evaporation
Condensation
All that shit
But when her eyes met yours
In a stone cold glare
She stopped
"You're late for my class"
you've never been late
so you'll be able
to go about this
as planed
"I'm sorry
my dog
she stepped on my alarm clock
and it came unplugged
I ended up waking up late
And missing the bus"
The web full of lies
And you just kept pushing it
"I promise it will never happen again"
You were never one
To trample your word
She glared a bit longer
"this isn't Pre-K
the dog bit isn't gonna work
never has,
never will"
She snapped at you
With such a vengeance
It took all you're will
Not to smile
And bite back
"Since you feel
that you know this material
then do this what's on the board"
You give a fake look of shame
Then take the chalk
From out her hands
Then walk up to the board
You look at the graph for a moment
Pretending like your thinking about it
Then you begin to shade in bars
Of nothingness
It was all apart of you're plan
You've had them fooled the whole time
You drop the chalk
Sniggers and murmurs
You hear from where you're standing
You reach into your jacket pocket
Then pull out something unexpected
You face the class
Grinning like a mad man
A .44 caliber
Out towards the crowd
Some girls scream
Some muffle wimpers
Some are asleep
They don't notice a thing
"Anne,
now, now
we can talk this out
don't do anything rash"
you've got them
begging at your mercy
even the boy that's been trained
by the army
is looking at you
like this is joke
Poor
Sad
Quiet
Lonely
Little Anne
You just cock the gun
You open your mouth wide
And insert your caliber inside
You'll make them see
You'll teach them a lesson
You'll make this the day
They'll never forget
They'll never forget
Poor
Shy
Lonely
Anne Tucker
No
They'll never forget
The teacher's now sobbing
They all seem helpless
No one's stopping you
Some look like they're expecting
Someone to just out
And scream PUNK'D
For neglecting you
But you just muffle a laugh
She pulled the trigger
The halls are empty
No students writing
Make up tests
No students
Walking back and forth
Just you
Just you and the sound
of your shoes
Clicking behind you
You walk past the math hall
A teacher spots you from behind
"Anne!
Why are you out of class"
You just laugh
Smile
Then give her a salute
You walk into the class room
She was telling
Lecturing
All about evaporation
Condensation
All that shit
But when her eyes met yours
In a stone cold glare
She stopped
"You're late for my class"
you've never been late
so you'll be able
to go about this
as planed
"I'm sorry
my dog
she stepped on my alarm clock
and it came unplugged
I ended up waking up late
And missing the bus"
The web full of lies
And you just kept pushing it
"I promise it will never happen again"
You were never one
To trample your word
She glared a bit longer
"this isn't Pre-K
the dog bit isn't gonna work
never has,
never will"
She snapped at you
With such a vengeance
It took all you're will
Not to smile
And bite back
"Since you feel
that you know this material
then do this what's on the board"
You give a fake look of shame
Then take the chalk
From out her hands
Then walk up to the board
You look at the graph for a moment
Pretending like your thinking about it
Then you begin to shade in bars
Of nothingness
It was all apart of you're plan
You've had them fooled the whole time
You drop the chalk
Sniggers and murmurs
You hear from where you're standing
You reach into your jacket pocket
Then pull out something unexpected
You face the class
Grinning like a mad man
A .44 caliber
Out towards the crowd
Some girls scream
Some muffle wimpers
Some are asleep
They don't notice a thing
"Anne,
now, now
we can talk this out
don't do anything rash"
you've got them
begging at your mercy
even the boy that's been trained
by the army
is looking at you
like this is joke
Poor
Sad
Quiet
Lonely
Little Anne
You just cock the gun
You open your mouth wide
And insert your caliber inside
You'll make them see
You'll teach them a lesson
You'll make this the day
They'll never forget
They'll never forget
Poor
Shy
Lonely
Anne Tucker
No
They'll never forget
The teacher's now sobbing
They all seem helpless
No one's stopping you
Some look like they're expecting
Someone to just out
And scream PUNK'D
For neglecting you
But you just muffle a laugh
She pulled the trigger
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