Random plot's I come up with on the spot!

Contest entry.

Sorry I haven't updated in several days, but I was at a camping trip, and catching up on some sleep as well as school. Anyway, theres only one entry for today, but it's fairly long and dark.

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Revenge or Justice?

How many times in our lives have we ever said or heard the phrase "It's not fair."? Too many to count in my opinion. For some, it's an overused phrase - I'm talking about the rich cheerleaders and jocks who have only one braincell. And for others, it's a phrase that's not so common.

Our school, you could say is split into stereotypical groups. It wasn't much of a school, now that I think about it, it was just a group of people forced to bunch together and learn.

Now that I look around, this is not the first time a group of kids have mysteriously dissapeared from school - but now we were the ones 'dissapearing' and let me tell you this- this is no bag of fun. 

The teachers never did anything about it, this is their fault. If they had just gave more justice to the victims of the bullies and snobs, perhaps we would not be here. I suppose, this situation could be called a comeback of some sort. 

Glancing around at the other nine people that occupied the same ... room I can't help but think that this is taking it too far. I understand the pain the nerds, and outcasts went through, but to put random people who have never harmed them, yet are classed as rich or popular into a cramped room... Now that, is unfair.

You're probably wandering what the hell is going on. That's what I though too when I woke up on the cold ground surrounded by strangers I was supposed to call friends.

Windows have been boarded up, and doors locked, and truthfully, I don't know if we've been here hours or days.

The others are growing weary of each other. They've split themselves into more groups - The strong athletic ones in one corner, and the silent,  calmer ones in the other. Me? I'm in the middle. Not because of my skills or intelligence, but because this is stupid. We could possible be in a life or death situation, and they've split up. 

Seriously, haven't they ever watched the movies?! 

Boredom was settling in, I was drumming my fingers along the ground when all of a sudden, I heard footsteps.

These, did not belong to any of us - I could hear them coming closer towards the door. Fear overcame the boredom. The ones who split had now slowly crawled towards the middle, and I for some reason - I related this situation to Cattle. Cattle, being slaughtered that is. We were huddled together, scared and unprepared for what was about to happen. 

The door was slowly opening, the handle being turned down. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and cry, because I knew that was weakness. 

I closed my eyes anyway, a foolish part of me hoping that this was all some psychotic dream, despite the probability of that being extremely unlikely. 

Next to me, was a brunette around my age ... Amanda I think her name was. She was clinging to my arm in a death grip, shaking. Even though I hadn't opened my eyes, I knew the person was inside.

I slowly opened my eyes, only to be met with the sight of a boy. I looked up, and realized who the boy was instantly.

Kyle Dane, one of the biggest victims of the popular kids. He was my age, perhaps a few months younger. I pitied him, yet never did anything to help.

I was suddenly guilty. I don't know whether it was because I might die, or because I only just noticed but I was so... guilty. 

I didn't have to look around to know that the others were trying not to laugh. Perhaps they thought this was a joke?