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Author's Notes: First off I would like to thank my beta readers: Kunte Jewel (sorry if I spelled that wrong) and Peanut. It was really reading your thoughts. If anyone else would like to beta read this or any other story let me know. I hope you like this one. I do. Don't forget to review.

What You Leave Behind

"Val," Jason Quincy said trying to catch Val's attention in the crowed hallway, "Can I see your math packet?"

"The review packet?" Val asked just a little confused. Jason was the best student in her math class, while Val was one of the worst. Why would he want to copy off of me? She asked herself.

"Yes," Jason said looking Val in the eye, "That's the one. Can you give it to me?"

"No," Val said, who was firmly against cheating, even if the person was copying the wrong answers. Then she began to walk quickly away from him. He was beginning to freak her out, but he quickly caught up to her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him so that her back was facing his chest. Val struggled to get away, but for having never played a sport, Jason was surprisingly strong.

"You didn't give me what I wanted," He whispered in her ear just loud enough for only her to hear. "So now I'm giving you what you deserve," He then took a knife, that Val guessed he had taken from his backpack, held it front of her. In the moments just before Val knew she was going to be killed, she thanked God that it was in the middle of a crowded hallway. Val's greatest fear was dying alone. Val then closed her eyes as she felt the sharp knife pierce her skin.

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Caitie Roth was on the upper floor of the school and was unaware of the chaos unfolding downstairs. The biggest concern on her mind was not getting to her next class on time like her mother would have liked to be, but instead whether or not she would she Jamie in the halls. She couldn't exactly explain, but lately she had been having this need to be with Jamie constantly. At first she thought it just because they were friends but as the feeling progressed, she began to wonder if it was the sign of something more.

Just as she began to go down the stairs, she heard something that sounded like gunfire, she brushed it off as the senior prank. Being that there was only one week of school left and there hadn't been a prank yet. Last the prank had occurred during the International Day Food Fair where someone released a box full of bees. It hadn't been that funny.

Just then Caitie heard footsteps coming toward her. She looked up to see Carson Kelly coming down the stairs. He was the most stupid, immature, pig headed, sexist jerk Caitie had ever meant. Him and Caitie had been butting heads since kindergarten. When he had spilled a container of green paint all over her and then, in revenge, she emptied the container of pink paint on his head making him the laughing stock of the class. "Who has the last laugh now?" He asked in a jokingly manner as he shot her in the jaw. The force of the shot left Caitie sprawled out across the stairs, unconscious.