I wrote this for English class as a Flash Fiction (still no idea what it is). I edited it, and it came out as this! I think it is really cute. :)
Some Heroes Come in Small Sizes
The gunmen had come into their little school and locked the door to the classroom. The kids were huddled in a corner, crying for their parents. All but one. Jay had his brave face on, the kind kids try to have when they go to the doctor's office to get a shot and don't want to be seen as a wimp. With their teacher on the other side of the room, everyone had grouped behind Jay, as he seemed to know what he was doing. But Ms. Berry thought that was ridiculous. He was only trying to look brave on the outside. Inside, she was sure he was crying and wailing for someone to come try to save them, all of them. Ms. Berry was like a second mother to all the kids, a first mother to Jay, as he had never known his mother. This idea was reinforced with the pleading she was doing to the gunman in front of her, to let the kids go. They couldn't possibly be what they wanted. If they would just tell her, she would try to get it for them. But the gunman wasn't going to take the pleading for much longer, Jay could see that.
Jay was trying to think of an escape plan for the class, one that could get all of them out in one piece. He was very bright for his age, a trait that had come from his father.
Ms. Berry had seen the look on Jay's face before – it was his thinking face, and knowing Jay, it was about to change to a look of clarity, then deviousness. When the last look came to his face, Ms. Berry became a little worried. Not for the Jay or any of the kids, but for the gunmen. She had seen what Jay could do when he got worked up, and it was astounding. Last time "the look" was on his face, an eighth grade bully was getting his butt kicked for hitting on his older sister. The poor kid didn't so much as look at his sister again.
The gunman had seen Jay's face too, and obviously wondered what was going on. When he went to drag him from his corner, Jay moved and was suddenly on the other side of the gunman and the gunman was on the floor, out cold. The other two gunmen came over to get Jay, and they weren't expecting what came next. Jay, the tiny, 50 pound kid, executed a perfect roundhouse kick to their knees and snapped them, and then did another to their heads after they were on the floor. Now, all three of them were out.
When the kids in the corner saw what had happened, they started cheering. The police officers that were outside heard the noise and came to kick open the door with their guns drawn. What they didn't expect was to see three gunmen on the floor out cold, a bunch of kids cheering and a teacher staring in shock. The officers looked at Ms. Berry, who just shook her head and nodded towards Jay, the wonder boy. The officers were astonished. They called the rest of the officers to tell them it was clear and that the parents could come in now. All the parents were crying, except for one. Ms. Berry guessed who it was, and was proven right when the parent ran over and gave Jay a bear hug. She heard him say that Jay did a great job, that he was a pint-sized hero. When Ms. Berry went to thank Jay for what he did, she introduced herself to his father and ask how Jay knew how to do what he did. All she got was his name: Alex Rider.
I can add to this if enough people want me to. Just so you know, I don't have a lot of time, but if I add more chapters, they will be longer, promise! Review and make me happy please.
(P.S. If you review in some kind of Star Wars-y way, I will write more just for you! And make you my famous lemon bars. Yum. Now I want lemon bars.)