Re: School Courtyard
High above in the nearby G Building, is a crosshair pointed directly at Art's head.
"About twenty meters. This shot'll be pathetically easy..." the man says, licking his lips in anticipation.
He had a stroke of luck when a cloud blocked the sun, eliminating the glare his scope was giving off. Drawing a deep breath, the man slowly tightened his grip on the trigger. He held his breath and pull the rest of the way, firing a perfect shot at his target.
Unforunately a potato launcher wasn't exactly the most accurate weapon in the world, even with a scope. The man ended up hitting a squirrel. Grumbling, he loaded another potato, and fired quickly this time. This time, he hit a rock near Art's foot. By now, the man was getting annoyed. He began firing and reloading at the student as quickly as possible. That is, until the entire fifty pound bag of potatoes was empty. The worst he did was splatter some potato on Art's shoe.
"For God's sake! Something's wrong with the scope!" Looking around, he picked up an apple and loaded it in. This time, he aimed at the same squirrel and fired. The squirrel exploded in a brilliant flash of apple, blood, and fur.
"It's not the sight..." he mumbled. Looking around outside, he made sure the coast was clear, then jumped on the window's edge. On his back was a handglider. How he managed to get the entire thing out the window, he wasn't too sure himself. "This is easily the worst idea I've had in a while, but I'll be damned if I don't feel awesome!" he thought.
Drawing another deep breath, Matthew Goldman, the janitor of Gosmer Falls, leapt out of the window. The breeze was gentle, allowing him to sail towards the group down below. Sadly, a freak gust of wind blew Matt off course, and he crash landed fifteen feet away from the group.
"That could've gone better..." he muttered, dusting himself off. He limped his way towards Art and patted him on the back. "No hard feelings, right?"