BRIGHTON SECONDARY SCHOOL PTY LTD - THE SCHOOL OF THE FUTURE...TODAY!.....er thats enough of that thanks... It was a crisp, cold, black day in the middle of an extraordinary heatwave during the winter period and another day of school was open to everyone. The year 12's of 2003 were using their "Senior Learning Centre" to its maximum available resources while the more youthful scholars were frolicking around in various locations in the premises (although there are the occasional bad eggs that tend to be rather 'rebellious' and refuse to reamin within the boundaries of our once proud school located in North Brighton). Everyone was still celebrating Rory's demise due to a large Qantas airliner a couple of years back. Those who chose to study in this "Learning Centre" were shot... When Hajirs corpse was disposed of, people went back to their usual conversations which varied in comedic pitch. Because of the unusual weather conditions, nearly every year 12 (dead or alive) were packed into the Senior Learning Centre so it was very hard to move around. And then, all of a sudden, someone started moving around rather easily and I thought, "hang on a minute...if that guy's moving around rather easily...there must be room to move around..." It was then that people started moving around rather easily and it was at this point that I decided that I'd move around. The bell then went for the start of lesson 6 and 7. At this point I realised that it was probably stupid for everyone to be here like this. So I yelled out, "Why are we all here for anyway? It's Saturday for cryin' out loud". Then someone responded nearby, "Orgpeti!". I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean but was distracted by everyone running out to go home. I spotted something on the floor that was being trampled on while everyone was barging through. I quickly realised it was Emmanuel and breathed a sigh of relief and headed off. A few minutes later and most people had left the room but there were still a few lingering around. These included the likes of Michael O'Shea, Ben Whelan, Paul Heitmann, Josh Bowman, Poofter Clayson, myself and Emmanuel's rotting corpse on the floor. Michael then chose to speak, "So what've you been up to fellas?". I just replied, "Shut up you dick head. Stop latching onto everyone you pathetic excuse of a human being. Go talk to one of your million brothers and sisters you have." Ada...Poofter cut in and said, "Er..I don't think his family would have that many kids...". Everyone just looked at him and then pounced and tackled him. We grabbed him and threw him through the window to his death. "Good riddance for a waste of space", Josh declared. As everyone headed off I decided to kill Michael. So I took out a knife from the kitchen draw, snuck up behind him and stuck it straight through his back. He collapsed in a howling heap and it didn't take long for people to start making comments such as, "Did you really have to fall there?", "How are we supposed to get down stairs?" and "What a tosser, hurry up and die you sack!". As soon as Michael carked it, we all left and went our separate ways. I decided it would be best if I caught the bus home. When the bus rocked up, I noticed Jevon Baker sitting down at the rear end. I took a seat near him (meaning I sat down on one, not actually ripping it off like you may have initially thought/believed). The first thing he said to me was, "So how are Emmanuel and Hajir goin these days, dawg?". I replied, "First of all...stop speaking like...that, and secondly...are you suggesting I am a racist? Because I can tell you boy, that I am just as sensitive about these issues as anyone. Sure we may have had our differences, but what happened to Hajir and Emmanuel was nothing short of traumatic and you should grieve along with his family, if they were alive, that is. So Mr I Give Stupid Accusations, how do you feel now?". He replied, "Orgpeti...". I wasn't exactly sure what that meant still, but I went along with it. As the bus came to a stop I accidently shot the driver in the head. Luckily I had read the bus driver manual a couple of years back so I knew what to do. I toppled the lifeless bus driver's corpse out of the door and resumed his seat and got the bus moving. It was then I realised the bus was at the doorstep of my house so I got out and pushed the bus back on the road and handed the manual to Jevon. I then shot Jevon and took the manual back and placed it in its rightful place...in the glove compartment. I got my mobile out and rang "Glenelg East Towing Services Pty Ltd". Within seconds they came and took away.....some other car that was incorrectly parked on the street. I pushed the bus all the way back to the depot in Salisbury, and then walked home to cap off another boring uneventful day. -CARTER ENTERPRISES-COPYRIGHT 2003-