It was Thursday today. One more day till the weekend. I was currently in my honors History class. It was so boring, I probably could have fallen asleep, but I didn't. I wanted to stare at "him. His name was Cal. He was my crush, the hottest boy in the eleventh grade. He was smart, funny, charming, and adorable.
Although he has really never spoken to me, I still liked him. I have always silently liked him from a far. So, there I, Maria am sitting in History bored, but not to bored because my eyes were feasting on Cal.
The lock down bell sounded, and this time it was real. Kids were panicking, and scared.
"Class, hide somewhere," said Mr. F
I spotted a closet and ran to it, I guess Cal did too because we both crawled into it. Tears were streaming down both our faces. Then we heard the classroom of kids shriek. This maniac had a gun and was pumping bullets into all my classmates, and teachers. Tears now flowed uncontrollably.
Then, the handle to the closet jiggled. Cal and I held hands tightly. The masked killer now stood before us.
"I'm not going to kill you two, you're coming with me."
"What, why? I shouted.
"Because I feel like it sweet pea."
The killer handcuffed Cal and I together, and then dragged us out of the closet. I closed my eyes, for I didn't want to see my dead classmates sprawled out on the ground. The killer lead us outside and into his white van.