Clary's P.O.V
"Hide!" My gym teacher whisper/yelled.
Of course that's after we heard a gunshot go off.
We hid under the bleachers and, as soon as the last person got under, we heard footsteps.
"Anybody in here?!" The murderer screamed. "Wow. What a dumb move." I thought to myself. At least I thought it was dumb, until I heard the footfalls coming towards us.
My best friend Maia Roberts, started to move out from under the bleachers, after she lip-synced the word "sorry" to me.
"Hold on! Just hear me out!" She yelled once she got out. We didn't hear a gunshot so that's a good thing. I was freaking out inside and I saw that Maia's ex-boyfriend-but-still-good-friend was too. Mentally of course. If he made any noise we would all be dead.
"Look, just shot me," I almost screamed "stop!" As loud as I could at that part. The only thing holding me back were the other lives I would be endangering." And leave. You'll have the satisfaction and enough time to get away from the scene. So just kill me and spare everybody else."
Apparently the killer thought this was a good idea because I heard a gun go off, someone falling, and footsteps. Once I was sure the killer left, I shot out from under the bleachers like a rocket.
"Someone call an ambulance," I screamed at the people now out from under the bleachers. "Go!"
"Clary, she's gone." told me.
She's gone.
She's gone.
A/N
Sorry someon had to die and Maia wasn't a very important character to the plot, so she's gone. I had a dream about this so I wrote it. There might be Sizzy but there will be major Clace.