She continued to run through the school, desperate to escape from her attacker

She continued to run through the school, desperate to escape from her attacker. She found an unlocked cupboard and ran inside locking and barricading the door behind her. She sat in the dark and cried with relief, covering her mouth so she wouldn't be heard. But then she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She was so panicked she didn't even scream, as much as she wanted to. She then turned around to see one of her best friends, Trent, the former white Dino ranger. He had blood shot eyes and had tears running down his face. She turned and hugged him until she felt a cold surface on her neck.

The former ranger screamed she didn't care who heard her in that moment. She jumped back as the door of the cupboard opened, only to see the man who had killed the rest of the students, the man that was out to kill her and probably Trent too. Only the man hell bent on killing her, the man she absolutely hated wasn't a man, he was Principal Randall, the not so laid back woman who had given her the destiny she deserved no matter how hard it was to fulfil. The principal of this horror struck school was the one that made it that way.

Principal Randall was about middle aged, she had black hair and was known to be a loner. Trent walked over to her and grabbed her hand, and held on like there was no tomorrow. She put two and two together and figured she wasn't that lonely any more. She had Trent now. And then they advanced on her. She was scared powerless.

She begged until the end. She was backed against a wall when she felt a claw like object plunge into her thigh. She felt the blood run down her leg and heard it fall onto the ground. She started to black out as a knife sliced deep into her throat.

"She was such a great friend," was the last thing the yellow clad teenager heard.