School Shooter (A Flash Fiction)

No one knew where this kid had come from. He just showed up in the middle of the year.

        No one knew where this kid had come from. He just showed up in the middle of the year. It was rumored that he was born in Russia and that his family had to flee due to treachery and conspiring with rival countries. We weren’t afraid of him, but definitely suspicious. We made sure to keep a good eye on him. Coral Hills was a small and very private school in the middle of the town, and we all looked out for each other. We saved him a special seat in the back of every class. It was a school-wide thing that no one really had to speak about. He seemed to have adapted well to it. He never spoke to anyone, never raised his hand, and he always disappeared during lunch.  We suspected he had found a hiding spot to start building his bomb and loading his rifle. It was a long 3 months of him terrorizing our school with his passivity. Ershvin Ezwick was his name. When we had just gotten used to it being passed around the school like an STD, he had finally done it. According to unknown sources, he had ended it. We never saw his face again. We were all just lucky he hadn’t shot up the place. Now Coral Hills is back to the peaceful, friendly Catholic School it once was. 

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