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He was only mildly worried when it happened. In truth He was probably more worried about whether or not His lunch would get cold.

His mind flicked through the events that led to this bothersome situation. Could things have ended differently? Of course they could have. Things can always be different. Logically would they have been? Probably not.

He did pick on the kid though. That’s for sure. However, didn’t everybody? I mean the guy was a t**t. Self centred, never shutting up, impatient and would never wait his turn. In short, a t**t.

He reflected upon that day (was it only a few months ago? It felt like ages) when He had first met the kid. The kid had transferred schools halfway through first term and ended up in His period one class. The teacher gave that short introduction teachers always give and then asked if anyone had the same period two class so that they could so the kid around the school. He and a few other people in class did. He was volunteered by the rest of the class.

He didn’t want to take the job, He reflected but He did. I guess first impressions were wrong. The kid seemed completely average.

It wasn’t until a few weeks had passed that the kid started showing his true colors. Apparently the initial nervousness had worn off and the kid was now perfectly capable of acting like a t**t without acting nervous. The kid wasted no time in making controversial statements, showing his shallow minded views and acting like a white supremacist. Not surprisingly the kid had few if any friends.

Here His mind paused. It was odd, in all the books or TV shows He had seen bullies possessed the same undesirable qualities. They were usually either stupid or obnoxiously smart and always had a huge ego and a small group of cronies to aid the bullying. He fit these categories quite nicely. However they had only bullied the heroes and never actually someone who deserved to be bullied right? What He was doing was different right? He wondered if the story was told from the kids point of view whether or not He would be made out to look like the villain or the victim.

Anyhow, the bullying had gone on behind the kids back, whispered conversations cut short whenever he passed. Mocking looks in his direction when his back was turned. It is a sad fact of life that children are vicious creatures.

The first direct confrontation? He could barely remember. Probably the one that took place a few days after the first meeting. The class had been divided into groups and as the kids ‘mentor’ it was His obligation to be in the same group. The rest of the group were a few of His classmates from last year. He was friends with all of them but not especially close with any.

Anyways, the kid challenged His ideas and seemed to need to take over the role of leader of the group. Its not like He wanted it in the first place. He just had a natural charisma, or so he liked to tell Himself. In the end He became the unofficial leader. As the class ended He couldn’t resist a parting quip.

“I’m going to be more trusted than you, we both have huge egos and we’re both stubborn. But I know these people and you don’t. Stay low for a while, make some friends then try again”

In retrospect it seemed the kid had followed His advice and just acted like a t**t rather than a t**t with a huge ego. The months passed and the silent bullying continued. It wasn’t just Him, most of the people who knew the kid shared His dislike.

The days, weeks, months. They all flew by in His head. Finally He reached this morning. He had been sitting through class as usual. Nothing seemed special that day, He was simply counting away the hours until lunch and the days until the weekend, doing the usual tedious schoolwork and thinking about other unimportant things.

He had decided to buy lunch today. It was one of the few times, possibly the first this year. Normally He made His own lunch but today was a gray depressing day. The kind that you want to sleep through. He decided that something warm and cooked would be a great way to cheer Himself up.

He had gone to the cafeteria, picked up His lunch and was heading back to the hallway where He and a few of the other people in His classes ate lunch (He was hesitant to call them friends He noted. Perhaps He was a jerk?) and noticed the kid coming down the hall. He wore His usual sarcastic smile as they passed and was intent on sitting down and enjoying His lunch while chatting about nothing in particular with the other people there.

In His minds eye He was already there, then something poked Him hard in the back.

It was cold He remembered. He turned around to see the kid holding a gun, a simple handgun (or a very convincing fake) pointed straight at His chest.

No big deal. He thought to Himself. I’m far too young to die like this. Someone would stop the kid and He’d walk off smiling. Just like He always did.

“Its pointless y’know...” He started
“Shut up.”
“Killing me won’t change anything.”
Silence.
“You’ll just be admitting that you can’t surpass me.”
A long pause.
“I said shut up.”
“Don’t I at least get some last words?”
“No.”

He died with a sarcastic smile still on His lips.