Fatal: Part 1 (The First Snow)

Chapter 8 (Trigger Warning)

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Two minutes later.

A group of students huddled into a chemistry classroom, many of them of different "cliques". They were all sitting on the ground, huddled together, knees to their chests.

Among these students was Matthew McClain.

I should probably add that no one here knew who the shooter was.

"What do we do?" Someone asks.

"We should just stay here."

"And risk getting found and shot by that psycho?! No way. We should find a way to escape."

"That risks us getting shot too!"

"Yeah, well I'd rather take the risk that at least gives me a chance of escape!"

"Ssshhh! They'll find us!"

"Maybe we could try getting out the window."

"Those windows only lead to the courtyard. You won't be able to get out that way."

"We're close to the doors that lead outside. Maybe we could try to run out."

"The doors are locked, idiot. We're on lockdown, remember?"

"They're not locked from the inside...Are they?"

"I just wanna go home."

"I didn't even say goodbye to my parents this morning..."

"We should just stay here." Matthew finally says, "That's the lockdown procedure. That's what we're supposed to do."

"Well who asked you, fag?" A boy with shaggy blonde hair in a football jersey asks, "And...Is that eyeliner?"

He pushes Matthew against the wall, "You just keep your mouth shut and let the big kids talk."

The guy then turns around and takes a few steps forward, before hearing a click behind him. He stops in his tracks and stiffens. Chills formed on his skin as he came to the realization of what was happening.

"I'd be nice to me if I were you." Matthew says.

The boy turns around slowly, and sees Matthew with a gun pointed at him. He puts his hands up in surrender.

"Woah, dude, just chill."

Matthew ignores him, "Let's take a quick look around the room here, shall we? Let's see. We've got outselves a jock, a cheerleader, the senior slut, and the homecoming queen. Then we've got two 'nerds' or 'geeks' as some may call them, a black boy, and a minority girl. And then, " Matthew says before pointing to himself, "We've got a 'gay' boy and the goth freak in one person."

"What's your problem?!" The 'slut' asks.

"What's my problem? What's your problem?!" Matthew exclaims, pointing the gun to her now, "I can't walk down these halls without feeling like my sister and I are in danger."

"Is your sister out there with a gun too?!"

"No. She's off hiding in a classroom, probably just as afraid as anyone else, completely unaware that I'm the one doing this." Matthew says, "Anyway, as I was saying. I can't do something as simple as walking down the hallway of my own school without feeling like somebody somewhere is going to hurt me." He says, aiming the gun at a bunch of glass test tubes, "Now it's time for you all to see what that's like."

BANG!

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BANG!

McKayla could faintly hear screaming from somewhere else in the building. She once again put a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. She didn't want to give herself away to whoever may be out there.