�Guilt. It�s the throbbing sensation that pelts against your chest, about as tedious as the feeling you get when a teacher begins the same old boring lecture about the same old boring novel you read last year. It�s like you have to do something quick, in order to prevent another eternity of suffering. It�s unbearable; the kind of feeling that makes you want to turn invisible and take a nap some place, never having to get up again.�20 minutes later�
�To Kill a Mockingbird. I already learned how to kill a mockingbird. It�s easy, really. All you have to do is only read it once, and not forget it. That way, the mockingbird will be easily terminated, if it should ever rise again from it�s bookshelf grave. Until then, you can catch up on your shuteye, because a mockingbird only needs to be fully conquered once. That�s how you kill a mockingbird.�
