The Day the Stars Fell For us
The Day the Stars fell For us
Prologue
That day, my life changed.
I wasn't aware that anything was going to happen.
While I was eating my corn flakes, I didn't imagine that I'd be covered in the blood of my friends when I eventually went home that night.
I didn't think that one of my best friends ever, was capable of that sort of thing.
But she was.
And she did it.
She brought a gun to school. A shotgun.
My best friend murdered 19 people and then she killed herself.
In front of me. So that when I finally got home that night, not only was I covered in my school mate's blood. I was soaked with my own best friend's blood.
But I didn't know that it was going to happen when I walked to school with her that morning.
I swear to god I didn't know
Chapter one
That morning was like any other morning. I met my best friend, Ciara, at the bus stop, her brown wavy hair pulled back into a French plait. My own hair that was reddish blond, loosely curled around my face, hanging down to my waist, blowing about with the slight breeze. She smiled at me as we hugged, and if I were to tell the absolute truth about my best friend for 13 years, then I would have to say that I knew something was off.
Whether by the extra squeeze she gave me, or the slightly dark look in her eyes. I don't know. Whatever I had figured at that moment in time, was nothing like what really happened.
When we arrived at school, after us chatting animatedly on the way, she acted normal. She laughed. She smiled. She made faces at her boyfriend, Andre Kian McEwen. No one knew his middle name apart from Ciara and me.
Truthfully, I'd always had a crush on him. But then, who wouldn't?
Blond hair, falling gently over his right eye, straightened to perfection. Green emerald eyes, so dark and so beautiful. It was almost as if he was looking into your very soul every time he met your eyes. A body any guy in his right mind would kill for, lean and hard. Ruggedly handsome yet beautifully serene. Even wearing a school uniform he looked droolable.
He glanced at me, smiling his crooked smile that made my heart stutter, stop and then speed up again. He was wearing the silver hoop lip ring I had gotten for him last Christmas.
Andre will always be the definition of hot. Like in the pictionary. I glued a pic of him over the stupid blond chick.
Hey, don't blame me, he really is, and i WAS kind Of tipsy.
Anyway, after we'd all met up, and all talked about a few random subjects and the homework we had due in, we headed off to class. Thankfully or maybe unthankfully i'm in a class with Andre and Ciara.
"Cassidy!" Ciara hooked her arm through mine and smiled at me, the special half smile, the one that only someone who really knows you can give.
"Hey" i smiled back.
She had seemed so happy, so...alright and normal that morning. I just wish i could have stopped her before she had killed them, god, i wish so much that i could stop her.
We were fine, or at least i thought we were. But we weren't. And never would be ever again.
She shot everyone in our class apart from me and Andre. My best friends last words were "Love you guys" these words she whispered softly, looking at me and Andre. We stared at her in horror as she lifted the gun to her fore head. Watching as she pulled the trigger.
I screamed then, loud, terrified and full of sorrow. Full of pain as i watched my friend blow her own brains out. As the bang echoed around the empty room, Andre pulled me to him, sheilding me from actualy watching Ciara die. I cried into his chest as he hid his face in my hair, we were crouched in the corner, not looking at the horror around us. I could already hear the sirens for the police, ambulence and fire station.
Later, people would ask questions, they'd want to know why it had taken so long for help to reach us, even if it was other teachers who could have trid to help. The answer was simple. They were cowerds, they didn't want to get hurt so they left us in there alone, alone with all the bodies and blood.