Randall's Clown

“FUN TIME,” screamed the clown as he picked up a chair.

Randall screamed, “NO!”

The clown smashed the chair into Mr. Andrews back.  After he fell to the floor, the clown continued to smash the chair into the body of Mr. Andrews.  Over and over again.  The clown disappeared as the principle and the police office both rushed back to the room.  They found Mr. Andrews prone on the floor, his back and legs twisted into unnatural positions.  Mr. Andrews tried to yell out, but the only sound he could make was a breathy gurgling sound.

Randall was seated with his head on the table, crying uncontrollably.

 

Randall never made it home again.  He spent the rest of his school days bouncing between foster families and juvenile detention centers.





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