Kyle was sitting in class, staring blankly at the board. 'Man, I should be paying attention to what he's saying. I'm going to be lost when the homework comes along. Oh well, it doesn't matter, this is a blow over class anyway.'

He continued not paying attention, and eventually dozed off, such a boring class. No one needs to know Latin anyway. It's a dead language.

A few hours later, he hears voices, all around. He's old, and naked. It's dark, he can't move.He feels the floor he's laying on moving, and he sees a bright light pointing into his face. 2 doctors look him over, and he sees his mom, in tears. He attempts to say something, but can't.

"Yeah, that's him." She says, and leaves. Where is she going? What does she mean?

The doctors start to move him onto a table. "It's a shame what happens to these kids. Just sitting in class, and one of them goes bezerk."

"A true shame."

Kyle feels a knife go through his stomach. "Ok, let's see here. 3 bullets in the stomach."

What? Bullets? Where was he?

"2 bullets in the liver."

What is going on? Where are these bullets coming from?

"4 bullets in the head. This kid got it bad. I wonder if he felt anything?"

Kyle wanted to burst into tears, he had no idea what was going on. He couldn't move, talk, and his sight was fading. They put him back in the drawer. Kyle slowly fell back asleep, never to wake up again.