I felt the pencil pierce through the membranes of his eyes with a popping sound, followed by a braying howl from my victim’s mouth. His blood poured down his face as he stood up from his chair, clutching his face and screaming; the 2B pencil sticking out from his eye socket.

“She stabbed me! The crazy bitch stabbed me,” he howled. He stumbled back and fell on his ass, head knocking against the table. He dropped to the floor, out cold.

Everyone stared at him and at me, in shocked silence. A heart beat passed and the office erupted into chaos.