Hey! I'm back! For now... I have got a bunch of tests coming up in a couple of weeks. So, sorry if this story gets neglected. I think this would be my, like, 3rd story that I haven't finished and I'm working on? I have this story idea, but I want to write this story. It doesn't seem like it'll be a long story anyways. Maybe 10 chapters at max?

It was the most boring math class ever. The teacher talked and talked, more like lectured the students about mathematical equations and things that didn't seem to make any sense.

While in math class, one student noticed something that was far more interesting that equations. A fellow classmate was reaching for something in his bag. It didn't seem that entertaining, but it was better than the teacher and he was really loud. He seemed to be staring at his bag, hands in it, like he was deciding whether or not he was going to take something out.

The student staring at him turned away carefully, thinking of the worst possible scenario that he might have a gun. But, they were in 10th grade and the girl didn't think that anyone was capable of owning a gun.

She had a wild imagination that wandered to the weirdest and possibly worst scenarios. She was a full-born writer and anything that happened would get her mind going on how she could develop it into a story.

She looked back to the chalkboard as the teacher droned on about cosine rules and sine rules. She looked back to her notes and tried figuring out the questions the teacher had put up on the board and was now going over.

"What are you doing with that?!" She heard a high-pitched scream. Before she had the time to turn around, she heard a gunshot echo the room.

"Everyone get done!" the girl heard the deep voice of her teacher scream. She dropped to the ground. Within minutes, everyone was crowded in the corner, quivering from fear, except the girl.

"Nobody say anything and I might let you live!" A teenager said who was holding a gun. He pointed it at the fearful students.

"Daniel, why?" The girl on the ground asked him. The student turned his attention to the girl on the ground.

Daniel walked over to the girl and kneeled next to her. She could see tears on the faces of her friends. "It'll be okay," one of them mouthed. She nodded, but it was more to her and trying to get her moving.

"Oh, my poor Annabel," he said without any feelings, "I am truly sorry about this, but you see, I have to do this." Annabel looked up to him; the color draining from her face. He looked at the gun that was in his hand. He smiled to himself.

"Why?" she choked. Her eyes flickered to her classmates. This might be the last time she sees them. She could see that one of them was pulling out a phone, silently dialing 9-1-1.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, taking his sweet old time. Annabel shook her head with effort. She tried to rack her brain for anything that had to do with him, but she couldn't think of anything. It was hard enough to think about anything else, but the fact that she was bleeding out clogged her brain from thinking about anything else.

She put her hand on her shoulder to try and stop the bleeding. She's seen situations like this in movies plenty of times before, so she knew some basic first-aid when it came to gunshot wounds.

"Ah, well, maybe you'll figure it out when you're dead," he said. He stood up and looked over to the rest of the class. The girl who was dialing 9-1-1 quickly put her phone away. She looked to Annabel and nodded.

Annabel gave a small smile. Help was coming.

"So, it seems like I can't exactly walk though the front door without there being a swat team to mug me and take me to jail, thanks to Lucy," he pointed his gun at the girl who had called 9-1-1. She froze and hesitantly looked up to him. She looked terrified for her life.

"However, I'm a very reasonable man, right? I'll let you live, for now. If I get out of here alive, I'll never bother you again. I swear!" he looked at her and she seemed to be calming down a bit, "But, if I go to jail, I'll do anything in my power to make sure you are dead. Whether by my hand or by a close friend." He glared at her with the most serious face anyone could have. Lucy looked like she stopped breathing.

"So!" he said loudly, breaking the silence, "If anyone tries to stop me, everyone takes a bullet to the head!" He looked around for anyone to appose him. Somebody had the nerve to speak up.

"There's about 25 students in here, there's no way that one gun can kill all of us," he said in a quiet, but was audible. Daniel laughed loudly.

"I'm glad you bring up that point, Brandon! You see, I knew that I'd be stuck in a situation where I might have to kill everyone, so! I brought extra, supplies," He walked over to his backpack and dumped out at least 20 boxes of ammo.

"I'm all set," he said, "Now if you excuse me, I need to get out of here before it's too late. I don't want anyone else dying to day," he looked sadly over to Annabel. He started packing up his ammunition back into his bag. He looked at the door, but no one was there.

"I'll see you guys around. And Annabel?" he looked over to her and her face was nearly drained from color, "Good luck."

With that, he opened a window and was gone.

I know this doesn't have anything to do with CSI: NY, but the next chapter! And Lucy in this chapter isn't Danny and Lindsey's daughter. Just some random girl :D

~Project 66