• Mark, a 16 year old at a local highschool, had the good life..or so it seemed to everyone else around him. In his school he was the best althelete, got excellent grades, and was very popular amongst the other students and teachers. Everyone who knew him knew only the fake side of him however. On the outside he put off the nice, cheery, fun loving side of a normal 16 year old boy..but on the inside he hated everyone of the kids and teachers at his school. He hated how they always pushed him to do better and harder at everything even when he said he was already doing his best. He felt he was always being pressured and one day he snapped, he couldnt take it anymore and simply as that, he snapped.

    This day however, things would be different. He was going to take back the happiness from all the kids and teachers who over the years had drained him of his. This day he was going to make them pay. He had it all planned out what he was going to do, he was going to go to school as normal but during the big assembly they were having today to congraduate him on recieving a scholorship to one of the best colleges around, he was going to shoot himself. Right as he walked on stage and everyone saw him. Mark thought this would be enough to shatter the schools reputation and affect the most people. He wanted to see them suffer like he had suffered from them pressuring him.

    He walked into school and had the normal amount of friends comin up to him and saying hello and talking to them, he put up his fake self to not let them no anything was wrong yet cuz he didnt wanna ruin his plans. And so he went through the day, excelling in his classes and having a great time with all the people around him. Then the time came; the assembly had started and all the students and teachers were gathering to celebrate his acceptance into the college. He went to his spot behind the curtain and shook hands with some of the teachers who were there. He had not bothered to memorize any of the lines he had writtian for this event, for his speech because he knew he wasnt going to be needing them where he was goin. The cutain lifted and he was now before the entire student body. The spotlight was on him and so he made his move towards the center of the stage and reached into his shirt to pull out the gun he had taken from his fathers closet two days before. But before he could pull it out he stopped. He stopped and looked into the crowd of people cheering him on and clapping, all for him. Those words circled in his head "all for him", over and over those words went through his mind. Tears ran down his cheek as he couldnt forgive himself for what he had almost just done. He then realized that in order to fix his problems he was going to have to tell the people of his school who were the main reason for it. He was going to apologize and say he was sorry for what he had almost just done.

    But right before he grabbed the mike, a gunshot rang out through the room, the gun in his shirt had gotten tangled in the loose fitting matierial he was wearing and the trigger mustve been pulled by one of the loose strings of fabric. Mark looked into the crowd once more for the last time at the people who were no longer cheering and clapping happily but were now gasping in horror. He coughed and blood shot out of his mouth and onto the stage. He pulled his shirt up and saw the wound, the bullet and gone straight up his chest at a 45 degree angle and he knew it had pierced vital organs. He managed out the words "sorry" before crumbling to the ground in a pathetic waste of human life. Noone moved for a few seconds because noone had seen this coming. He had given no warning signs or anything to let people know how he was really feeling. Police and teachers rushed the stage to try and save him but it was too late, he was dead by the time they got there.

    His funeral was held three days later and everyone he knew, even if they didnt know him other than by name came to see him one last time.

    "The number of people crying at ones funerl is said to detirmine that persons influence on the people around that person, and at Mark's funeral...many people cried".