Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters; if I did Santana would have her own show…
WARNING This story is very emotional and very dark. I know this might be too soon to put up anything about gun violence in a school or even at all yet but this was in my head after watching April Showers so I had to share it. If you have not seen the movie then I suggest you do. IN NO WAY AM I CONDONING GUNS IN SCHOOLS. This story has death and character violence so don't read if you cannot handle it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Tuesday April 11th 2012. 11:05 AM
Last Friday in Chicago, Michigan Lima's very own William McKinley high school's Glee club was victorious in its second national show choir championship. After falling to twelfth last year in Indianapolis, history teacher William Shuester pulled his team together from that humiliating loss and lead his 'New Directions' to victory over Ohio's very own Vocal Adrenaline and Oregon's Portland Scale Blazers. For more continue to page 6c.
Will placed the local 'Lima Times' newspaper down on his desk and smiled at himself. It has been a long road with backstabbing, and hard ships but his glee club had finally came out on top. The reception they received from the school was well deserved. Finally his band of losers came out as the winners and Things were looking up for them.
Will ran his fingers through his short curly hair and sighed. He was more than happy with the turn of events over the last few days but something kept getting at him. More than half of his kids were graduating this week and he could not help but feel like he was losing his children. He was less worried about the kids going to college as he was with the ones that had zero idea of what they were going to do with life after high school.
Pushing himself out of his chair from behind his desk, Will made his way to the office door. It was lunch hour and Figgins tasked him to patrol the halls to make sure they didn't get too cluttered. But he knew the real reason for this job. Every year the seniors would pull some prank on the principal. Last year some kids buttered the floor outside of Figgins' office and watched as he fell flat on his face.
The teacher peered left then right noting only a hand full of students. Some were at their lockers retrieving materials for their next class. Others were just walking by on their way to the cafeteria. That is when he saw the one and only Tina Cohan-Chang briskly strutting down the hall.
As the Asian girl passed Will she smiled brightly in his direction. "Good afternoon Mr. Shue."
The teacher returned the smile in full, "Afternoon Tina. Where are you going in such a hurry?" He asked as the girl was already making her way passed him.
"No time to chat got to run," she threw over her shoulder as she turned down another corridor.
Will just shook his head and smiled. Even if Tina was in a rush, he could tell she was happy. No more than happy. She was over the moon.
Taking a few steps out of the door way of his own little office, he started making his way down the hall opposite of where the Asian just disappeared through.
As he was continuing his patrol a loud ringing started going sounding through the building. The teacher sighed and shook his head. No faculty member would assign a fire drill during lunch hour. So some student had to of pulled the alarm. Seeing a few kid looking around like they have never done this before. Will motion to them to follow him to the nearest exit.
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His head shot up, looking around the near empty hall. 'That was strange,' he thought.
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Everything seemed to still. Over the ring of the fire alarm he began to hear screams. Students and teachers alike stampeded into the hall from the cafeteria. Like crazed animals fleeing for their lives.
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Flashes from each shot could be seen. Yes shots, there was a gunman in his school. Thinking fast Mr. Shue grab ahold of the two girls beside him by the hand. He pulled them into the opposite direction of the shots and the oncoming stampede of people. Running they came up to the closest door. Will yanked the classroom door open. Pushing the two students inside he held the door open, waving his hand for the other students running his way. They filed in one by one pushing each other trying to get to safety.
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the shooter was getting closer. Will peered down the hall and saw a cheerleader struggling to get up off the floor. She must have been pushed down. During the struggle. Thinking quick on his feet he threw his keys to a football player. "Lock the door after I come back." The boy nodded his head and watched as the teacher ran down the hall to help the young girl up.
Will reached the down cheerleader and lifted her up. Cradling her in his arms he ran as fast as he could back to the room.
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the football player watched horror as the history teacher fall forward with the girl in his arms. Landing a few feet in front of him. Moving fast he went to the fallen girl and dragged her into the class. Peering back out to get Mr. Shuester he heard another shot and felt something wiz passed his head.
"Lock the door!" The teacher yelled
reluctantly he did as he was told shut the door and locked it as fast as he could. Other students in the class pushed desks and chairs up against the door just in case.
Looking back at the entrance the Football players eyes grew wide.
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He just let someone die.
(Sorry for the late update. Don't give up on me or this story. Its just getting intense. don't forget to drop a review.)