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Chapter 10

Meanwhile, the rest of Corsica High was rushing to get out of the school. Students piled onto school buses, drove away in their cars and were picked up by their anxious parents. Teachers ushered everyone along out of the building before departing from the madness themselves. The news of the hostage crisis spread throughout Corsica like an unruly virus, turning the peaceful town into a state of apprehension and panic. Glen and Clay Carlin spotted their father, Arthur, in the crowd outside school and Arthur jogged up them.

"Thank God you two are alright," Arthur breathed in relief. "I called your mom but she has a major surgery to perform tonight that can't be rescheduled. Have you seen your sister?"

Clay and Glen looked at each other with unease. Arthur put his hand to his forehead in disbelief. He felt his stomach twist into an enormous pretzel.

"Don't tell me that it was her class that was taken hostage."

"It is her class. " Clay said worriedly.

"Don't freak out, Dad," Glen said, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder and patting it softly. "Don't tell her I said this but Spencer's a smart, tough girl. She'll be fine."

Clay gnawed on his right thumb nail. "You can't guarantee that, Glen. The class is being controlled by some lunatic kid with a gun. I wonder who is the hostage taker is?"

Glen took his hand off of his father's shoulder and stroked his chin in thought. "I think I know who it is. It has to be Aiden."

"Why Aiden?"

"Think about it. He barely has any friends, half of the school rags on him and his Dad isn't the nicest guy on the block. I always joked around saying that he would end up doing something crazy one day but this is bad. Really, really bad. Oh, my God. Now I'm starting to get worried. That's our little sister in there."

"But what about what you just said about Spencer being smart and tough?"

"I just realized how bad, no I mean horrible, this whole situation is. The guy's already killed two people. Spencer told me that he gave her a teddy bear yesterday and she got angry at him for pestering her so much. He didn't take that well at all. Then I found out today from Cody that Aiden got very mad at Spencer this morning and was screaming and cursing at her. Knowing Spencer, she must have tried to apologize to him and that's when he freaked out on her. I really think that he is out to get her."

Arthur took a slow and deep breath. "We have to try to stay calm. I'm worried too. In fact, I'm scared to death. But worrying isn't going to change the situation or make it better. It's just going to make us feel even worse. We have to remain hopeful that the police and God will do their job to protect everyone in that classroom. Other than that, we can't to do anything else."

He pulled his sons into a bear hug and as he started at the school, he silently prayed that his daughter and her classmates would make it out of there alive.

Aiden took a seat in the teacher's desk and stretched, raising his arms over his head. He began to swirl around in the chair, humming to himself.

"What are you doing?"Cody asked.

"I'm keeping myself entertained. It's boring just sitting around here, waiting for someone talk."

"Alright. My secret is I want to quit basketball."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. There's so much pressure on me. My dad, the coach, the school, everyone is expecting me to be the best. I started playing basketball because it was fun and then high school comes along and then there are games and champions that we have to win. Mr. Johnson is a tough coach; he has the basketball team work like hell. The only good I see out this that I'll be able to get a scholarship to college."

"You're only sticking with for college?"

"Yep, I want to study culinary arts. I would love to be a chef one day."

"Thanks, Kline. This is the point of the day. Everyone is hiding something. We hide behind lies, cover up mistakes, keep up our appearances. We act like everything is fine and dandy when we really want to bang our heads against the wall. I've done it; all you have done it at some point. We all have problems. Being popular doesn't keep you from the shityness of life. We all strive for perfection, but none of us will ever reach it. Look at my family. Everything was great with my family until some dickhead decides to mug my mom and cause her to lose her mind. Everything went to shit after that. My life has become a nightmare."

Chris sighed sadly at Aiden. "You need some serious help, dude."

Aiden threw his head back and began to laugh hysterically. He fell to his knees and banged his fists on the floor for several minutes. The sound of his laughter made Spencer's bones tingle with fright. I can't take this anymore. Where in the Hell are the police? They should have been here by now. Aiden has changed so much in a day. Yesterday he was a quiet, love struck boy, now he's a ruthless murder.

Aiden suddenly became serious and stared out at the hostages. "I know I'm off my fucking rocker. This is the reason why you don't want to piss me off more than I already am. You all have been good kids for far so don't blow it."

This story is just about done. I think it'll be finshed in three or four chapters. This is the longest prose I've ever written. I am so happy you guy are enjoying this twisted little fic. Remember feedback makes me a happy queen!