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It seemed like a normal day in the quiet town of Brookeld. Brookeld primary school was buzzing with children, and one class in particular was particularly loud. The fox class, full of children around the ages of seven or eight. The bell rang to show it was lunchtime and all the children assembled at their desks with they're lunchboxes. Only one space was empty that day. All the children began to eat when the door swung slowly open and footsteps padded across the lino flooring of the room. A male with dark longish brown hair and equally dark eyes studied the children. He slid his hands into his black leather jacket, looking down at his cat booted feet. His jeans were tucked messily into his boots and he sighed, looking kind of frustrated. As the man turned to leave, one little blonde girl ran over to him and began to tug on the bottom of his jacket.
"Hey mister, why are you wearing a jacket when it's sunny outside?" She asked innocently, wide blue eyes fixed on him.
"Because." His voice was cold in reply, and the girl shivered and the male's cold response.
"Why don't you come play with us? We have room..." She tugged on his jacket again, and this time the male turned.
"Where is she?" His voice radiated loudly around the room. The girl didn't answer, unsure what he meant, and he sighed.
"Where is she?" he repeated, pointing to the empty seat where a young girl usually sat.
"...I don't know sir, maybe the to-" The girl's words were ceased by a searing pain in her forehead. The sound of a gunshot radiated around the room, and the playful screams of the children ceased as they watched the blonde girl fall to the floor, blood pouring from the wound on her forehead. The children began to scream again. But this was not from excitement and joy... these screams were full of terror and horror. The male flinched, knowing he had to end this here and now. The girl he hunted clearly wasn't here, but he didn't care. He raised the gun without a second's hesitation, and began to shoot. He did not finish shooting until the walls were stained red with children's and teacher's blood. He escaped the building, leaving doom in his wake. This day was soon known as the 'Brookeld Massacre', where a man simply looking for one girl ploughed down an entirely primary school. The girl was very dear him, and it was important to him that she ceased to breathe. His seven year old daughter, Alice Ruby Casten.

Description
It seemed like a normal day in the quiet town of Brookeld. Brookeld primary school was buzzing with children, and one class in particular was particularly loud. The fox class, full of children around the ages of seven or eight. The bell rang to show it was lunchtime and all the children assembled at their desks with they're lunchboxes. Only one space was empty that day. All the children began to eat when the door swung slowly open and footsteps padded across the lino flooring of the room. A male with dark longish brown hair and equally dark eyes studied the children. He slid his hands into his black leather jacket, looking down at his cat booted feet. His jeans were tucked messily into his boots and he sighed, looking kind of frustrated. As the man turned to leave, one little blonde girl ran over to him and began to tug on the bottom of his jacket.
"Hey mister, why are you wearing a jacket when it's sunny outside?" She asked innocently, wide blue eyes fixed on him.
"Because." His voice was cold in reply, and the girl shivered and the male's cold response.
"Why don't you come play with us? We have room..." She tugged on his jacket again, and this time the male turned.
"Where is she?" His voice radiated loudly around the room. The girl didn't answer, unsure what he meant, and he sighed.
"Where is she?" he repeated, pointing to the empty seat where a young girl usually sat.
"...I don't know sir, maybe the to-" The girl's words were ceased by a searing pain in her forehead. The sound of a gunshot radiated around the room, and the playful screams of the children ceased as they watched the blonde girl fall to the floor, blood pouring from the wound on her forehead. The children began to scream again. But this was not from excitement and joy... these screams were full of terror and horror. The male flinched, knowing he had to end this here and now. The girl he hunted clearly wasn't here, but he didn't care. He raised the gun without a second's hesitation, and began to shoot. He did not finish shooting until the walls were stained red with children's and teacher's blood. He escaped the building, leaving doom in his wake. This day was soon known as the 'Brookeld Massacre', where a man simply looking for one girl ploughed down an entirely primary school. The girl was very dear him, and it was important to him that she ceased to breathe. His seven year old daughter, Alice Ruby Casten.