Tests suck balls

So, I haven't posted because of tests. School is making me freak the fuck out. I opened this photography club at school. Last PE class was awful. I had to be a goalkeeper for 1 hour straight. Kids at my school usually bring speakers to class, in order to play some songs, so last PE class , they were playing "Light it up"  that made me imagine of how things would look like if we just got in the gym with a flame thrower. I ended up making this huge text instead:



The kids playing sports and jumping around would stop to see and check what was happening. The lights would flicker. They'd move their eyes in slight panic. Not wanting to give away how defenseless they truly felt. Eventually some girl would let a scream out, crying for her parents  Then, some kids would gather around while the teachers wondered what was happening. " Calm down." They'd say, trying to show authority and safety while deep down, their legs trembled too. Then, one of the gym doors would open and a barrel of gasoline would roll on the floor leaking its contents into the ground, making a few of the humans freak out. The doors would close, showing seconds later the silhouette of a soldier holding a flame thrower. It was me, the only soldier that truly protects the ones in need, willing to do anything in his power. I walked through the small door. Their heads, they turned to my direction all at the same time. Their eyes widened in a fraction of a second, giving away their animalistic smallness. The view was beautiful. All their, still alive, bodies pressed together in such a manner. They were just like ants, or even books all stacked in one little too tight shelf. It was almost amusing. The only thing missing was the fact that they weren't dead, yet. I stepped in completely raising the weapon in my hands, smiling. It didn't take much time for the sweet symphony of teenage cries for help to start ringing in my ears. The fire quickly spread, making the flames rise high. I've never felt anything more blissful than this The bodies burned, while they ran, making the flames dance to the sadistic tune. They eventually fell leaving a bright massacre on the ground. The smell of burnt things filled my nostrils. My job was done. I walked away. At least they all had a nice thing to remember, the smile I kept on while I sent them to hell.