Revolutionary: Diary of a School Shooter
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
790
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Revolutionary: Diary of a School Shooter
Revolutionary
Diary of a School Shooter
Dossier One
The following journal and writings were found in the possessions of Robert Crowley, upon the raid conducted under the orders of FBI Investigation Coordinator, Michael Finn. These writings have been released since the closure of the investigation following the Briley County Public School shootings of 2005. Most of these documents have been left in completion, however some names of students, and faculty members as well as friends and coworkers of Robert Crowley have been changed.
This dossier of Crowley’s writings have been compiled, covering the years between 2003 leading up to the fatal shootings of 2005. Concerning the dates and times, Crowley might have been lax therefore some statements concerning the time, place and whereabouts of events are false according the statements gathered from those surrounding Robert Crowley.
These materials have been studied and filed, used since the incident and tragedy as a way of understanding and identifying those individuals who would perpetrate such actions as the accused.
Robert Crowley died in the shootings in 2005 by his own hand. His suicide note is included, apparently written after slitting his wrists.
April 3rd
God, I can’t wait till this year is over. The classes, the stress, Reilly keeps giving me shit in Biology, as if I’m going to really have to know the different organs of a fucking frog, I’m sure that will be on the Law exam when I go to Harvard in a few years.
Ugh.. Harvard, how fucking pretentious can you get? I mean really, As if I need a school of professors and teacher to give a sheet of paper telling me I am intelligent! FUCK THAT!
Better to go through life a pauper than to jump through yet another HIGHER set of hoops. I’ve been going to high school, highest grades in my class, hell, highest GPA in the county as far as I know if not the state. Yet, no… I have to run the gauntlet 4 more years AT LEAST just too finally be accepted. Wow…rambling on there. I do that a lot more these days. Sorry, Arija*, high school has come as a bit of a system shock. A whole new playing field from middle school. I should have expected the change but I wasn’t quite prepared to be surrounded by a mass of Troglodyte oafs flaunting their manhood in the age-old tradition of abusing lower classmen. Suppose I was naïve, so very sorry!
Not that I wasn’t expecting it… that’s just lying to myself, I knew, but I wasn’t sure how bad it would really be. Just keep my nose to the grindstone, I’m sure I can make it 2 more years. That’s the most I’ve written outside of schoolwork in a long time, I have writers cramp. Its funny, I asked for a computer for my birthday, I received a journal. Maybe Christmas..who knows. Talk to you later, Arija.
*Arija was the name Crowley always wrote to. A fictional pen pal of sorts he mentions often.
The following are a set of lyrics Crowley wrote for his band Tromal Redemption. He mentions this band many times, yet those who knew Crowley seemed to have no knowledge of him being in a band. Most didn’t know he even played guitar.
Really Cold
I caught your stare across the room
Far from me to assume
That your words were very bold
And your touch was really cold.
Cold like a coffin
Frozen like a blade
While you were scoffing
I began to fade.
I saw the anger in your eyes
I heard the thunder in the skies
But then you stopped and began to cry
(Why in the hell, can’t you die?)
Cause you were:
Cold like a coffin
But softer than a blade
You stopped your scoffing
When I didn’t fade
(Underneath there was a scribbled note “How like life as the French say”)
June 5th
Maybe I need to take a break, a vacation. Oh sure summer break is here and its easy to forget the last few weeks at school, but goddamn! Those weeks blew! Jeremy Woodard was a royal asshole, I think the bastard was stalking me. Everytime I turned around he was there. Michael found me in the locker room the other day after they had beat the shit out of me, he wanted me to say something to the principle or at least a nurse, I told him fuck it. Its pointless, the bastards would get away with it. I mean that’s how things work here, if you popular or cool, or score enough points for the fucking baseball or soccer or whatever the fuck sport we play here, you get away with shit! I mean it fucking blows but you get away with it!
God, maybe Vodka and Reb had a point!
Ok…maybe that’s a bit far, probably should burn this now, the FBI is going to swoop down on my house and start looking for guns. Okay okay…long story short, I knew Eric via Internet. I would chat with him on cheetah chat from time to time…I don’t want to talk about this right now. He made good Doom levels, now he’s dead. End of story. I just want to finish high school. I’m not a killer, not like that. Well…maybe Jeremy Woodard, that might be cool (smiles). Better enjoy summer while its still here.
-End of Dossier One
Diary of a School Shooter
Dossier One
The following journal and writings were found in the possessions of Robert Crowley, upon the raid conducted under the orders of FBI Investigation Coordinator, Michael Finn. These writings have been released since the closure of the investigation following the Briley County Public School shootings of 2005. Most of these documents have been left in completion, however some names of students, and faculty members as well as friends and coworkers of Robert Crowley have been changed.
This dossier of Crowley’s writings have been compiled, covering the years between 2003 leading up to the fatal shootings of 2005. Concerning the dates and times, Crowley might have been lax therefore some statements concerning the time, place and whereabouts of events are false according the statements gathered from those surrounding Robert Crowley.
These materials have been studied and filed, used since the incident and tragedy as a way of understanding and identifying those individuals who would perpetrate such actions as the accused.
Robert Crowley died in the shootings in 2005 by his own hand. His suicide note is included, apparently written after slitting his wrists.
April 3rd
God, I can’t wait till this year is over. The classes, the stress, Reilly keeps giving me shit in Biology, as if I’m going to really have to know the different organs of a fucking frog, I’m sure that will be on the Law exam when I go to Harvard in a few years.
Ugh.. Harvard, how fucking pretentious can you get? I mean really, As if I need a school of professors and teacher to give a sheet of paper telling me I am intelligent! FUCK THAT!
Better to go through life a pauper than to jump through yet another HIGHER set of hoops. I’ve been going to high school, highest grades in my class, hell, highest GPA in the county as far as I know if not the state. Yet, no… I have to run the gauntlet 4 more years AT LEAST just too finally be accepted. Wow…rambling on there. I do that a lot more these days. Sorry, Arija*, high school has come as a bit of a system shock. A whole new playing field from middle school. I should have expected the change but I wasn’t quite prepared to be surrounded by a mass of Troglodyte oafs flaunting their manhood in the age-old tradition of abusing lower classmen. Suppose I was naïve, so very sorry!
Not that I wasn’t expecting it… that’s just lying to myself, I knew, but I wasn’t sure how bad it would really be. Just keep my nose to the grindstone, I’m sure I can make it 2 more years. That’s the most I’ve written outside of schoolwork in a long time, I have writers cramp. Its funny, I asked for a computer for my birthday, I received a journal. Maybe Christmas..who knows. Talk to you later, Arija.
*Arija was the name Crowley always wrote to. A fictional pen pal of sorts he mentions often.
The following are a set of lyrics Crowley wrote for his band Tromal Redemption. He mentions this band many times, yet those who knew Crowley seemed to have no knowledge of him being in a band. Most didn’t know he even played guitar.
Really Cold
I caught your stare across the room
Far from me to assume
That your words were very bold
And your touch was really cold.
Cold like a coffin
Frozen like a blade
While you were scoffing
I began to fade.
I saw the anger in your eyes
I heard the thunder in the skies
But then you stopped and began to cry
(Why in the hell, can’t you die?)
Cause you were:
Cold like a coffin
But softer than a blade
You stopped your scoffing
When I didn’t fade
(Underneath there was a scribbled note “How like life as the French say”)
June 5th
Maybe I need to take a break, a vacation. Oh sure summer break is here and its easy to forget the last few weeks at school, but goddamn! Those weeks blew! Jeremy Woodard was a royal asshole, I think the bastard was stalking me. Everytime I turned around he was there. Michael found me in the locker room the other day after they had beat the shit out of me, he wanted me to say something to the principle or at least a nurse, I told him fuck it. Its pointless, the bastards would get away with it. I mean that’s how things work here, if you popular or cool, or score enough points for the fucking baseball or soccer or whatever the fuck sport we play here, you get away with shit! I mean it fucking blows but you get away with it!
God, maybe Vodka and Reb had a point!
Ok…maybe that’s a bit far, probably should burn this now, the FBI is going to swoop down on my house and start looking for guns. Okay okay…long story short, I knew Eric via Internet. I would chat with him on cheetah chat from time to time…I don’t want to talk about this right now. He made good Doom levels, now he’s dead. End of story. I just want to finish high school. I’m not a killer, not like that. Well…maybe Jeremy Woodard, that might be cool (smiles). Better enjoy summer while its still here.
-End of Dossier One