Yeah.
It was very tragic. It was just a normal day. I was walking to the front door. Little bit slower than I normally walk so I don't have to pull out my phone to open the door. Vinterland was playing in my ear buds. I walked up stairs to the door and this girl held the door open for me. That's when the horror started. As I walked trough the first door I remembered that seniors were celebrating their 100 school days left until their studying vacation. They stayed in school for the night, brought sauna trailer and drank alcohol. I walked trough the second door and see that they had marked senior only area starting from the front doors and taking most of the hanging area. They had weapons to protect their area from 1st and 2nd year students. And that is when they started blasting, water and foam bullets flying everywhere. My inner James Bond released and I made my way to physics class trough the fire and flames. I survived without taking a single hit. After my physics and math classes I jumped in to my moms Aston and drove away like a gentleman.
The name is Kalmar, Jalmar Kalmar