This is my first story, so please go easy on me.
CHS
April 20, 1999
8:05 am
I sit down on the cool grass next to my boyfriend, Alvin, and our close friend, Rachel Scott. Rachel had told me that she had a horrible feeling about today… And she's passed the worry on to me. She once told me that tomorrow is not a promise, but a chance; and right now I feel that chance slimming as I see Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold carrying small duffle bags and wearing trench coats.
Her brother, our other close friend is walking towards us with his usual smile on his face. He's sitting between Alvin and me, so I playfully tug his white baseball cap down over his eyes.
"Guys, we don't want to be late for class," said Rachel as she grabbed her bag. "Come on, Craig."
"C'ya guys later," he waved.
"C'ya!" we called.
Alvin grabbed his bag, followed by mine. "What are you doing?"
"Being a gentleman, is that alright?"
"I suppose," I giggled.
He stood up and reached out his hand, which I gladly took. "Alvin," I whisper.
"What?"
"Something's gonna happen today… And it's not gonna be good," I said motioning towards the boys.
"You're too paranoid, Britt."
I sighed, "I suppose…"
When he handed me my bag he gave me a short, yet passionate kiss. "C'ya in history?"
"I sure hope so."
He gave me another kiss before walking to his homeroom.
. . .
11:20 am
"Everyone! Get out of the cafeteria! Gunmen are on the campus!" screamed a teacher I didn't recognize. Kids were in a panic, and I was almost trampled as I ran out. The wave of high schoolers pushed me aside. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Oh my God! They're inside! I looked through the tiny windows of the doors. CRACK! Now I'm running for my life…