We got to my class, "bye, see you in chemistry," I said, she waves goodbye as I walk into my class. I sit next to my only friend in algebra, Camila, "hey, Camila," I said setting my stuff on my desk.
"Hey, Skylar, how are you today?" she says, she was messing with her long brunette hair which was in a ponytail.
"I'm fine, and you?" I say opening my notebook to the next clean page and getting out a pencil. I get out my assignment from the day before and a pen to check it with.
"I'm ok," she replied, she seemed a little down.
"Are you sure you're ok? You sound a little sad."
"Yeah, I'm just sad that today is the last day of school." I look at her in disbelief, sad, to leave school?
"You mean you're sad to leave school?" I then mutter under my breath, "that's a first."
"Of course I'm sad, aren't you?"
"Well, no, not really, I'm just ready to leave high school forever. High school's not my favorite place in the world, it's been a terrible four years," I said looking down at my stuff, tapping my pencil on my desk. The teacher walks in and we stop talking, he tells us to hand our assignments to the person on our left, so I hand mine to Camila.
She takes it and asks, "do you have a pen? I think I left mine in my locker," I look through my pencil case before handing her a blue pen. She takes the pen and whispers, "thanks," before checking my paper. I hand the paper I have back to the person on my right and Camila gives me back my paper. The teacher asks for scores then starts talking about our lesson for the last day of school.
Around ten minutes after he starts talking the principal comes on the intercom and tells all the teachers to lock all the doors, close the curtains on all the windows, and turn off the lights. She then continues to talk, "there is a shooter loose in the school, be careful, stay hidden and whatever you do don't get shot." We hear someone running down the halls screaming, it takes me a while to realize what he's saying. Then it hits me, he was repeatedly yelling my name. I look over at Camila to see if she noticed what he was saying, she was crying so I hugged her. The teacher let us be on our phones to text our parents. The first thing I see is texts from my group chat with my friends, Jordan texted, SKYLAR ARE YOU OKAY?!! HE KEEPS YELLING YOUR NAME! I was just about to start typing when I heard someone banging on the door.
(Chapter two of this story, sorry I haven't posted in a while)
-John L.
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It's All My Fault
RandomSkylar is just a normal teenager, on her last day of senior year. It seemed like a normal day, but everything quickly turns bad as a shooter is loose in the school. No one knows if they'll make it out or not.
