revenge

A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

I'm a college guy working at a local flower shop close to home. It's a part-time job that I enjoy, despite having some of my friends ridicule me for it. My usual response is to remind them of the gorgeous middle-aged women who sometimes come into the shop and are pleasantly surprised to see me behind the counter. I've even gotten a few numbers and date offers!

John loved to play the drums. He was an excellent percussionist and played in a jazz band. That's how he met the love of his life, Mandi. She was a percussionist too, and was pretty hot.  They were both in their last year of high school, and had been dating now for their entire high school career. John was a pretty hot looking dude. He took great care of his body, and loved to work it.

There was a senior boy in high school. He wasn't into sports and athletics, nor was a brainiac. He was the one who was a wallflower because he was. He wasn't in a clique or any social group, even the wallflowers didn't hang with him. He was Henry. He was about 5' 10", with a medium physique and a scrawny build. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and paler skin. He spent most of his time by his lonesome and had few friends. He did however have a bully. His name was Ken. He was on the football team as the star receiver, scoring most of the points for the team.