Nikki Miller

15

Sophmore

" Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask during the break gave us after finishing his lesson early.

" Yes?" He answers in his usual gruff voice.

" Can I go to the bathroom?"

" Sure," He reaches into his desk and hands me the bathroom pass.

" What happened to you're eye?" He asks.

" Oh,- um- I fell." I lie.

"… okay, then" He senses the lie, but decides against saying more and I practically bolt out of there.

I make my way towards the nearest bathroom and make sure to lock the door. I pull out and apply more makeup to my battered left eye. It feels awkward being alone in the bathroom, but it's better that no one sees me like this.

Putting the eye-shadow back in my pocket, I unlock the door and make my way back to class.

" where do think you're going, baby?"

My blood runs cold.

" Aren't you supposed to be in class, Alec?"

" Nope, thought I might skip, you know how bitchy Ms. Reynolds can be…"

" Fuck off, Alec" I say

" Oh, baby, what did I do?

"You know exactly what you did"

" Oh, I see how it is then, can you please explain?"

" You fucking-" I'm slammed against the lockers

" Now you listen you goddamn bitch," He says grabbing a hold of my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes.

" I don't care what that whore Courtney told you, but listen to me ," He tightens his grip on my hair and I yelp out in pain. Where the hell are the teachers when you need them?

" I- I love you, I fucking love you so much." he lets go of my hair and I crumble to the ground.

" I-" He cuts me off.

" Don't say a word. I love you Nikki, but if you think that I'm gonna let you run your mouth on me then you're wrong."

" I'm leaving now, you've crossed the line and-"

" You want to leave? Huh? Go ahead leave, but If you think for one moment that I'm going to let you go that easily, then you're wrong. I've worked too hard for you to-" our argument is cut off by the a voice in the intercom, I recognize it to be the principals.

" Students, w-we are in a code red. Teachers, do not let students out of class. This is not a drill, it is a hostage situation. I urge everyone to remain calm, this- um- disagreement will be settled soon." Her voice is ice cold, and pure fear emanates from it.

" Will teachers please look outside and gather all students out in the halls, you h-have ten minutes before…" Her voice is cut off and a harsh male voice comes on.

" You have ten minutes before our guards will roam the halls" his voice is thickly accented.

An old man peeks his head out of a classroom door, he gestures for us to enter his class. Posters of countries and different kings and pharaohs litter the walls, probably World History. I look at the shocked faces of the people in the class, they range from confused to utterly terrified.

" Anyone who is found will suffer this fate" We hear a click.

"No! please don't do this, I-I. AAAAAAAAA-" the principals voice is cut off by a loud boom.

A gun shot.

" That is all for now."

An eerie silence follows, even Alec shows a look of utter fear and confusion. and for what seems like hours, no one says a word.

Everyone looks at each other, the teacher seems to be in deep thought, a boy seems to be praying, and a girl in the far corner is silently crying to herself.

She is the one to break the silence.

" Is- is she dead?"

No one answers the question.

What the hell is happening?

Jacqueline "Jake" Huntington

35 Years old

Police Officer

I sit in my office, filling out an arrest report.

Some retarded tourist by the name of Andrew Ramire got so drunk, he thought it would be funny for him to pull down a woman's bikini top on South Beach. He was so wasted that when I was arresting him he thought I was stripper and tried to put dollar bills inside my shirt. He's looking at a good 3 months in jail now.

" Jake" I look up and see my boss staring down at me with inquisitive eyes.

" Yeah?"

" Pack your bags you're headed for Mapleton in an hour." He says coolly

" Mapleton! That's a good three hours away, why the hell are they calling Miami?"

" Haven't you heard?" He put up the volume to the TV, which I have been casually ignoring for the past few hours.

A reporter is frantically speaking into her microphone. She is behind what seems to be a high school.

" Hello, Sarah Hendricks, here with CNN, live at the scene of Leonard High School in Mapleton. Authorities aren't speaking with us, but sources are telling us that Officers from Miami to even as far as Atlanta, Georgia are being called to scene. Local schools are being evacuated. People are saying that it is a hostage situation, but Local authorities and the FBI aren't co-operating with us." She pauses for a moment, listening into an earpiece.

" Okay, I have breaking news, it is confirmed that there is a hostage situation inside of the school, it is believed to be a terrorist group. Um-" She pauses again.

" We- we are going to have to take a small break, but I will be back. Sarah Hendricks, CNN News"

My boss shuts off the TV.

" What the hell is happening over there?" I ask.

" I honestly don't know, but it has be big for them to request half of us there."

There is a long silence.

" What time do I have to be here?" I ask.

" No later than 5:20." He says.

" I'll be there."

And with that I make my way home, not knowing what lies ahead.