The Deadly Picnic

Hey everyone. So this post is quite different from my other ones. This short story is actually one I did for my science class and I thought why not post it on here. My teacher gave us guidelines and we were to create a story out of it. It was supposed to be the follow-up activity for a detective/ observation project. My dad read it and claimed he got a "heart attack" from the whole "romance" theme going on. Personally, I thought it was a fun story to write and a lot different from others I have written. Let me know what you think :)

The Deadly Picnic

Friday night. October 11th. The day I lost my mind.

I was driving to Rita’s house in the morning in my beat-up old car. The paint was peeling and the glass was cracked. Next to me was my purse with all my necessities in it including my red lipstick, glasses, and money. On my way to Rita’s, I saw my boyfriend Gaven talking to another woman outside my favorite store which sold the best petite clothes in this town! I had gotten used to the fact that he associated with other woman, but this was different. Oh well, I’ll just ask him about it tonight on our dinner picnic date.

Ding. Rita opened up the door and welcomed me inside. The inside of her house always surprised me. All the shelves were filled with guns of all sorts of shapes and sizes. After all, her father owned a rifle range. Rita and I walked upstairs to her bedroom and talked about our jobs and gossiped about other people and employees. I was walking out of her bedroom to get a drink when a picture caught my eye. It was a photograph of Rita and Gaven kissing. I was so shocked that Rita ran into me and I didn’t even notice. She asked what was wrong, but I ignored her. My thoughts were too jumbled up to think. Maybe Rita is his ex-girlfriend? Or maybe they got carried away? or maybe... My thoughts were interrupted by Rita’s hand waving in my face and telling me to snap out of it. She asked me again if anything was wrong, but I said it was nothing. I also told her I had leave. On the way out of the door, I grabbed a small gun of one of her shelves. I thought to myself that she wouldn’t notice if one little gun disappeared. I stuffed it into my purse before she turned around. Bye, I waved and got into my rickety old car.

Gaven was going to pick me up at 7:00 p.m. for our date tonight. It was already 6:30. Why does time pass so quickly? I put on a small dress and a pair of my favorite five size heels. To top it off, I added my red lipstick I keep with me all the time. The doorbell rang and I knew it was Gaven. I grabbed my purse and opened the door and he hugged me. We walked out of my apartment I share with my BFF Peggy and we went inside his car. Unlike mine, Gaven’s car was a new, red, luxury car which was far better than my old, beat-up one. We drove a few miles out of Centerville and stopped at a daisy field. We got out of the car and he told me he brought some of my favorite foods, and a lot of chocolate cake. I wondered why. He hated chocolate cake, potato salad, fried chicken, and all the other delights that I loved. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was trying to butter me up for something I didn’t like. I guess I didn’t know any better.

While I was stuffing myself with the creamy potato salad, Gaven told me there was something I should know. I just nodded, not paying much attention to him and taking a sip of wine. He said something really fast which sounded like- “IreaysrybuIacdelychtdonubtIddntmnita.” All I could say was “WHAT?!” He took a deep breath and started again and said “I am really sorry, but I accidentally cheated on you, but I really didn’t mean it, and please don’t be mad at me.” Then suddenly I felt a angry, hot feeling inside me. I dropped my wine and screamed “YOU CHEATED ON ME!!! How could you? And with who?” Gaven replied with a pathetic “somebody I met at a store...” Then it hit me. The woman I saw with Gaven while driving to Rita’s was the girl he cheated on me with. Then I asked him “And what about Rita? Are you cheating on me with her too?” Gaven just stared at me blankly. At that moment I was so mad that I felt around in my purse for something I could hit him with. I felt around, and took out the gun I had taken from Rita earlier.

I was so mad then, that I was thinking of even shooting him with it, not to kill him, but just so he would feel what it was like be hurt that badly by someone that you loved. He was looking at me like I was an alien from Mars and I vaguely remember him trying to calm me down, but I was worked up from all the anger I felt and I couldn’t think straight. I then tackled him from behind and shot him with the gun.

I then realized. that. I. just. killed. my. boyfriend. I was a school teacher. Not a killer! I then broke down, and started crying. What should I do? I also then realized I could go to jail for this. I slowly got up, took one last look at the now dead Gaven, and ran to his car. I got inside and drove to an abandoned parking lot near my apartment. I ditched Gaven’s car and unlocked the door to my safe abode. I crashed onto my bed and hoped that it was only a dream and that I would wake up tomorrow to my cellphone ringing for a call from Gaven.

No. Such. Luck.

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