3rd person point of view.
Well hi everyone. In this story Beca and Chloe are married 5 years going and Stacie and Aubrey are married 6 years going. Beca and Chloe have 2 kids, Emily and Daniella- also called Dani. Stacie and Aubrey have Alexandrea- also called Alex- and Luc. Beca is a music producer, Chloe is a high school councilor, Aubrey is the principal at the same school as Chloe, and Stacie is a teacher at a dance school.
Beca and Stacie waited in the hard cold plastic seats for their wife's to arrive. Beca had been the 1st to arrive, she tried to get back and see Emily or Alex but the wouldn't let her past the double doors. Then she tried to find out how the girls were doing but all they would say was 'we don't know anything as of now'.
Stacie was next to arrive. She tried, the same as Beca, and got the same responses. At some point in their half an hour there they had moved all of the parents into a conference room. The room was quite and you could cut the tension with a knife, as each parent took a shallow breathe, worrying about their child.
-about-20-minutes-later-
Chloe and Aubrey arrived at the same time, having came from the same place. They both worked at a school, Chloe being the councilor and Aubrey being the principal. Both look frazzled and grief stricken.
Beca stood and engulfed Chloe in a hug, each whispering comforting words to the other. Stacie finally lost it, she had held it together so long. From when she got the phone call, left work, drove there, fought the press outside, and had been denied information she held it together. But the appearance of her other half is when she finally lost it.
As the door opened all heads snapped up. "Will the parents of the following children please follow me." The woman looked up and after a moment continued reading off of a clipboard. "Miller, Elise. Habegger, Lillian. Posen-Conrad, Alexandria. Beale-Mitchell, Emily. And Perkins, Andrew. She then moved to the door and held it open for people to walk out.
As they exited into the hallway the 1st 3 kids were sitting in wheel chairs waiting for their parents to take them home. Next to them were 6 doctor, 2 of which had a very grim look on their faces. 4 doctor came up and lead Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey and began telling them it would be better to talk in their children's room, when a grief stricken cry came out.
Looking behind them they say Mrs. Perkins on her knees crying and Mr. Perkins leaning against the wall silently sobbing. They had just been told their child was dead. Killed by a woman who walked into a school with a bomb. Killed by a woman who had gone crazy and waited to hurt people she claimed took her life away. Killed for no reason other than being too close. Mr. and Mrs. Perkins went from parents to just husband and wife in 7 and 1/2 hours.
As the doctor lead them down a maze of hallways they feared the worst. And the worst became worse when they entered the ICU.
-end of chapter-
Came up with this idea in Geography and History of the World today, and thought I would start another story. Hope you enjoy. I'll be posting every Friday as of now, same as my other story 7550 Ockley Lane.