Summary: What happens when there's an explosion at Tree Hill High? Want to know who will live and who will die? Then read and review to find out.
Teaser: Call My Name And Save Me
No more pencils
No more books
No more teachers, dirty looks
The screams from the crowd could barely be heard as helicopters flew over head, thrashing their propellers around loudly drowning out those below. Bright spotlights rain down from above as EMT's, police officers and towns' people alike searched the wreckage for any sighs of life among chunks of cement, wood and twisted metal. Large clouds of smoke littered the late afternoon sky carrying with it a heavy scent of burning wood, hair and flesh. It was a disgusting smell that clung to everything it came contact with and it was a scent that none of them would ever forget.
Some of the students that managed to escape the collapse of the building were covered in black soot as they sat in the back of ambulances with oxygen masks strapped to their faces. Burning debris covered what was once their school parking lot where they would laugh and joke with one anther and suddenly they found themselves missing the one place they always complained about going to.
Fear and confusions was written all over the faces of those in attendance. Everyone was wondering the same thing, how and why this was happening to them and just who was going to make it out of this alive and more importantly, what would be left of them.
"We need another EMT over here now!" shouted Lieutenant Morris over the chaos "and keep those God damn reporters behind the line. We don't need them compromising the rescue efforts"
"Sir we're running out of time. We have to get those kids out of there fast" added another as he studied what was left of Tree Hill High.
Morris sighed and turned back to the area where hundreds of parents where gathered together waiting for word on their children. Some were crying hysterically some where shoving pictures of the missing in the faces of any officer that came there way hoping that someone would tell them something, anything about their kid. While others were just too numb with shock and grief to do anything abut wonder around aimlessly.
"We don't have much time left Sir. The fire chief just informed me that the second half of the building is about to give at any moment"
"Damn it!" he cried out in frustration. "There's too many of them still strapped inside"
"I know that Sir but…"
"But nothing! We have to find a way to keep that building from collapsing"
"How are we going to do that? The chief said…"
"Screw what the chief said. I'm not leaving a single kid in that mess, do you understand me officer?"
Before the younger man had a chance to respond another voice shouted.
"We've got a live on here guys. I need some help"
The brawly red faced man was standing on a pile of cement that was once the gym and was now digging feverously.
Three firemen and a nearby officer rushed over to him and immediately joined in on the effort, pulling and throwing rocks until the survivor was free from the heavy rubble.
The boy's face was covered in blood and his skin had been torn and practically shredded by the metal and rock that he had been trapped under.
"Oh gees man. This kid is in pretty bad shape" said an older blond as he held two fingers to the boy's wrist "and he barely has a pulse"
"Well at least he still has one. That's get him over to the EMT's to make sure it stays that way" replied another as he carried the boy over to an awaiting stretcher.
"Wait a minute. I know this kid" said an officer who inched in closer to get a better view.
"Yeah, who is he? I'm sure his parents are worried sick"
The man inhaled as he noticed the tall dark haired male that was now making his way over to them.
Lifting his finger in the man's direction he nodded to the rest of the crew.
"That kid is one of Mayor Scott's boys"
