"Wow.." was all Flint could muster as he looked to the handgun on the floor, its magazine empty.
Vague memories did crop up of glass smashing and his gun firing.
"M...maybe I should go home" Flint said worried.
"Maybe its best I go to a different school.... m..maybe having none humans around made me.... I don't know ... im... im so sorry" Flint felt terrible.
Had he really had a moment of madness? He didn't think he would ever fire at a living thing...
Flint put his head back into his hands. The fairy comforting him slightly.