Flash Fiction, (c) 2012 by C. N. Nevets
They told me it was the laughing. That's what got me thrown in here. That's what made me a lunatic.
It wasn't that I threw a box of staples at my teacher's head. It was that when she went down the floor and the box fell to the table, I burst out laughing.
It wasn't that I kneed my principal where it counts over and over again until he couldn't breathe and his eyes watered. It was that I capped it off with an open-mouth laugh.
It wasn't that I beat a kid's head against the bathtub until he fell unconscious under the water. It was that I snickered and giggled when the bubbles stopped surfacing.
It wasn't that I punched another kid in the nose so many times that his nose splintered into his brain. It was that I laughed until my face was red.
So I learned my lesson.
If I don't laugh after I'm done beating the crap out of this guy, can I leave?