A disturbed high-school student with authority problems kills one of his teachers and takes the rest of his class hostage. Over the course of one long, tense and unbearable hot afternoon, Charlie Decker explains what led him to this drastic sequence of events, while at the same time deconstructing the personalities of his classmates, forcing each one to justify his or her existence.
This is a coming of rage type of story the main protagonist is someone who is increasing found in society. He gives us glimpses in the past, what ticked him off what made him flip and the people you feel failed him. His a by-product of society and mans failures. King balances out the seriousness of the story with quite a bit of dark humour. All in all a good read, one that stays with you and makes you think that could be the kid next door.
“High-school toilets are all the same, they sound like 747s taking off. I’ve always hated pushing that handle. It makes you sure that the sound is clearly audible in the adjacent classroom and that everybody is thinking: Well, there goes another load.”
“Metaphor time in the old corral: To Dad, life was like a precious antique car. Because it is both precious and irreplaceable, you keep it immaculate and in perfect running order. Once a year you take it to the local old car show. No grease is ever allowed to fowl the gasoline, no sludge to find it’s way into the carb, no bolt to Posen on the driveshaft. It must be tuned, oiled and greased every thousand miles, and you have to wax it every Sunday, just before the pro game on the Tv. My Dad’s motto: Keep it tight and keep it right. And if a bird shits on your windscreen, you wipe it off before it can dry there. That was Dad’s life, and I was the bird shit on his windscreen.