The Big Balls Daily

RINNGGGG!!!! The sound that every student loves, it precedes 45 minutes of anarchy. Warranting a stampede of tired and hungry students into the canteen, a time for people to hang out and chat or play schoolyard games in the tiny playground, a time for bullies to tug at ponytails and for teachers to put their feet up after a morning of screaming threats. Yes, Recess Edwin's most hated period!

All throughout his school life Ed was the last to be picked for games, always the first target of school bullies, stuffing him in lockers, hanging him in toilet cubicles, stealing his lunch, wet willies, atomic wedgies, you get the picture. This day was no different; this is the reason why Ed chooses to hide alone in the corner of the school field watching the other kids run around, chasing and laughing at each other while Ed coils up under the hot sun picturing himself playing amongst them.

Ed's daydream was shattered by the shouts of Big Moe, a burly kid looking twice his age both in size and height, naturally Moe became the undisputed ringleader of the rotten kids. "Hey freak! Playing with yourself again?" Moe asked as his gangly crew of mean-looking boys erupted in bouts of laughter; Ed knew better by now then to answer Moe's questions so he sat emotionless as Moe's "crew" pointed and laughed at him occasionally shouting derogatory remarks. As Ed sat there tears trickled down his face as he braced himself for the ensuing rain of punches and kicks. With his eyes closed he could hear the unmistakable sound of pants unzipping followed momentarily by streams of warm liquid raining on his helpless head. Ed now realized he was being peed on; he thanked his lucky stars that he was spared another round of beating from which the bruises have not healed. Ed decided that he was not going to be ridiculed further by returning to class only to be laughed at for smelling like urine. So he decided to skip the remaining lessons and return home, to a place where he actually feels safe.

Ed's father Ray was a retired war veteran who lost a leg after stepping on a landmine, after the war Ray was never able to find a stable job. Tortured by dreams of mindless violence and brutal killings Ray never did adjust back to normality, so he spends his day lazing at home drinking and watching cable. When Ray gets too drunk he would whip both Ed and his mother while screaming incoherently as if he was still torturing Vietcong prisoner of wars. Ray was asleep on the couch as Ed stepped through the front door, Ray always felt disgusted at the sight of Ed, in Ray's eyes Ed wasn't fit to be his son, and after all how could Ray a brave soldier during the war conceive such a loser.

Ray was enraged at the sight of Ed; Ray knew that his timid kid had skipped school. He pulled Ed into his room and locked the doors, interrogation. Ed knew what this meant; he has heard his dad's story of torturing Vietcong fighters forcing them to reveal their comrades' whereabouts. But Ed wasn't ready for the ensuing violence. Ray had been drinking a little too much the night before; in fact he was still drinking as Ed was preparing to leave for school this morning. In his drunken state, Ray was reliving those tormented dreams he had been having every night.

Ed was pleading with his dad to stop as he lay on the floor in a pool of tears and blood. "I'm your son!" he kept shouting, "You dirty little rats, where is your commander hiding?!" he kept hearing. Ed realized his dad was not going to stop and there was no way he was going to overpower his dad, in an act of desperation Ed made a run for his daddy's shotgun. "Click, BOOMM!"

Ed watched as his daddy fell to the floor in slow motion, Ed now realized what he had just done. Fear crept up his spine as the thought of jail entered his overworked brains. In an act of panic, Ed decided to end his own life. As he was prepping the barrel in his mouth, Ed could almost see his life flash past him, years and years of humiliation and ridicule at the hands of Moe. Ed hated Moe, he had once made little plans in his head orchestrating Moe's violent death. And then, a flash of brilliance hit him, he was going to take Moe down with him along with his fucking crew of motherfucking lapdogs.

School has not ended when Ed returned, and he knew his way around school better than anyone, being forced to hide from the crowds everyday really gives you a better understanding of the dark corners in school. Lugging his backpack filled with an arsenal of deadly guns he had "borrowed" from his dad, Ed made his way first to Moe's classroom. Bursting through the doors Ed signaled his arrival by painting the classroom full of bullets. Innocent students were screaming and crying as they lunged for cover, some were not very lucky, for Ed knew exactly where the students would be sitting even before he came through the doors. Moe sit rooted to his chair as he watched his classmates falling one by one, he knew he would not be spared. Ed grinned menacingly as he made his way towards Moe. Moe, Moe, Moe, the object of Ed's hatred towards the world and himself, this is going to be good he told himself. It was also the first time Ed has seen tears going down Moe's face. Ed was now laughing to himself as he danced around Moe occasionally sending a few bullets into Moe's already limp body until he ran out of bullets. But Ed was not done; he relieved himself on Moe's body too as a token of gratitude for the day's events.

At times like these Ed knew the students would all be ushered into the school hall and he knew a secret way in. Ed readied his shotgun as he prepared to burst into the school hall, he could already hear faint sounds of weeping and screaming as he prepared to charge. The shotgun fires up to 12 pellets each time ensuring that Ed's rampage would not be impaired by bad aim. Ed marvels at how good he is at handling the weapons as he took the students down one by one, he attributed his sudden knowledge of weapons to something biologically passed on to him thru his daddy.

All that remains in the hall now are bloodied bodies of those who were slower in getting out. Ed is finally able to turn the gun on himself. He prayed for a speedy death as he slowly squeezed the trigger, he felt no sadness, no tears just a sudden feeling of relieve. Death was quick for Ed, in his final moments he was on the floor feeling the pain as the blood slowly drained out of his body, no more sadness, no fear, he was glad he can now rest on the floor together with his schoolmates. 

"Why did he do it?" that question is to be in the head of society for years to come.

"We are all products of the society in which we live"

"One of the greatest disease is to be nobody to anybody" - Mother Theresa