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Hey faithful readers. This is Kat. Sorry, Katy isn't involved with writing this story. This baby is all mine...that came out wrong...ANYWAY! So the point of this story is to start our...Me, Myself, and I In Twilight contest. The idea (of this story) came to me in a dream, and that later led to the contest idea. We've been planning this for months (you never even knew we were holding it right under your noses *insert evil laugh here*) but we're just now putting it into action. Please enter! Go to our profile to see the rules. And read my story while you're at it! Hope you enjoy. And I may ask for little ideas sometimes but I'm sorry to say that I've had the ideas for this planned since October. So most of it is known...just not written. :-)...
Disclaimer: I do not own any recognized places or ideas in this story. All other ideas are mine though.
I hate Mondays. It's like they're meant to torture me slowly from the inside out. Plus, it doesn't help that our classes are an hour and a half long and our classrooms have no windows considering our school was built by a jail designer. And even though I was in my favorite class of this semester, I was still about to fall asleep. Today our journal for Theater 1 Intro was, You woke up this morning and BANG! Suddenly you have a tattoo. Tell me what it is, where it is located, and why it is this and is in that place. Draw me a picture of it at the bottom of the page.
I sighed. Okay, this couldn't get any more abnormal. Oh wait, yes it can. Just like my 'friends' in this class. Seriously, my only friends in there are the ones that enjoy annoying the hell out of me. They think it's their job or something. Recently, I've learned to tune them out so now they think I don't pay attention to them. In reality, I know everything they say. I just prefer not to add my own input. Most of the time, it's better this way. That way, I don't get caught up in all the perverted jokes. "Kat?"
My head snapped up to look in the direction of the voice. Mrs. Radford was waiting expectantly for an answer from me. Too bad I hadn't heard the question. From behind me Joey whispered, "She asked what your tattoo would be."
"Oh. Well my tattoo would be a cross with the crown of thorns hanging on it and two eyes behind it. Then all around it would be wire-working that would take up all of my lower back which is where it would be located." She smiled at my answer.
"That was very detailed. It sounds very beautiful." Our young red-haired teacher turned to look at Joey and asked about his tattoo.
"Knowing my friends," Joey started, "it would be on my forehead. The tattoo would say Merry Christmas! You have a tattoo!"
The whole classroom burst into laughter. Just imagining the scenario was hilarious to us. He then went on to explain how he would hide it from his parents by wearing a bandanna until Christmas when he would rip it off and scream, "Merry Christmas!"
My teacher decided that now we were hyper, it was the perfect chance to go play some of our theater warm-up games. We headed to the hall to go play some exciting rounds of Wiz Bong and Zip Zap Zop. Once we got to our large space, we split into two groups to make things easier and faster. Turns out that me and a guy named Nick won both games (you can't have only one winner because of the way you play the game). It was awesome! I'd never won a game yet and today, I won two! Everyone in our circle congratulated us and we accepted their praise.
It was as we were heading back to the classroom that we heard the announcement. The intercoms beeped and all of a sudden, our school secretary was screaming over them. "STUDENTS AND TEACHERS! WE ARE ON A LEVEL THREE LOCKDOWN! I REPEAT A LEVEL THREE-"
Suddenly a gunshot was heard on the intercom and the whole school was in a frenzy. Doors were being slammed and locked. Students were screaming and teachers were barking instructions at them. Lights were being turned out as students hid in corners and under tables. Next thing I knew, my teacher was screaming, "Lets move!"
We all sprinted to our classroom where we were ordered to hide under the counters on the wall perpendicular to the back of the classroom's door. "Try to fit as many people under the ones right behind the door. That way you won't be seen as long as he's not all the way inside the door!"
It was just my luck that me and two other people (they happened to be some of the 'friends' I mentioned earlier) had to hide under counters that were visible from outside the door. How wonderful. Once making sure we were all there and under the counters, our teacher quickly locked the door, turned out the light, and hid under her desk. It seemed like we waited for hours under those counters. After a while I took a brief moment to look at my watch. It'd only been thirty minutes. Figures. We stayed like that for about five more minutes before we heard our door being unlocked by a credit card or something along those lines and saw the light from the hallway get steadily brighter as the door slowly opened. He saw me first.
"Well well well. Look who we have here." I was in shock to say the least. It just didn't add up. What was he doing?
Lizzy, one of my 'friends', looked around me and laughed at the sinister looking teen in our doorway. "Brandon? You're the shooter? You can't be serious!"
She burst into laughter as Brandon glared at us both. His look sent chills down my spine and I started to quake."Does this face not look serious to you?"
Her laughter ceased and she looked at his stony face. "It does. The thing is, you just don't seem like the type who could handle killing someone."
That was obviously the wrong thing to saw because his face twisted to show the fury he was feeling. "Well you're sorely mistaken then because two people are already dead."
The room was even more silent than before as we took in the information. My voice suddenly came back and I stammered, "W-who?"
"Obviously the secretary, which you heard over the intercom, and your dear friend Jacqueline." His eyes grew cold and his sneer grew wider. My breath caught in my throat. No. It can't be. I know we all say she's annoying but...dead? How? Why? I tried to ask these things but my voice was instantly gone again. But it was like he could then suddenly read my mind. "All of you will be sorry you ever messed with me. You, Lizzy, Miranda, and Jacqueline, who's already felt my revenge. You'll all be sorry!"
I was mentally figuring out why it was just us four specifically when it donned on me. He'd just listed off every girl he's dated since the seventh grade. Some had dated him more than once. And one of them was me. I choked out, "But why? We haven't done anything to you! Well except date you that is."
"Yeah, and dump me too. But all of you dumped me because either you liked someone else or you weren't ready for a boyfriend full time or you're just always a bitch like that!" His bitter words took me aback. I shrunk farther back under my counter. "None of you dumped me for any good or logical reason."
"Oh yes Brandon," I retorted, "you would know what a logical reason is for sure. Since you're such a geek and all."
That apparently did it for him because he said, "You're gonna pay now. But how about watching your friend die first?" He whipped a revolver from his pocket and pointed it at Lizzy. She just kept glaring at him the whole time. Then he smiled sickeningly and whispered, "Any last words?"
"Just three," she said. "You're. An. Asshole."
It was then that I saw his finger pushing on the trigger and had a spur of the moment idea. Now I will say this wasn't my best idea ever. I mean, I would know a good idea, I'm a straight-A student. This definitely was not a good idea. But it apparently seemed good at the time. So when he pushed that trigger, I jumped right in front of Lizzy. I heard three shots and felt like my stomach and chest were on fire. Then, like in most everything you read, all went black.
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