Chapter 4 – What about Emma?
Mr. Simpson walked quietly down the hall when he heard the sound of a gunshot. He instinctively ran to wherever the sound was coming from. When he got to the double doors of the cafeteria he looked through the windows on the door and saw that Jesse Hanson, one of his prized students, with a gun. Everyone else was down on the ground. He past him where kids gathered and some Emma lying on floor unconscious.
"Oh my god, not Emma." He whispered to himself.
Mr. Simpson backed up and started crying. When he finally stopped, he ran as fast as he could to Mr. Raditch's office. He walked right in without out even knocking. Mr. Raditch turned around confused.
"You know I don't appreciate you coming into my office in such an uncivilized manner," Mr. Raditch remarked.
"This is not a time to criticize me now Raditch," He said out of breath.
"Is there something you need Simpson? I'm extremely busy."
"Raditch, there's a kid in the cafeteria. Jesse Hanson. He has a gun and it looks as if he's holding the students hostage."
"What? No one is hurt are they?"
"I'm afraid so. He just shot my stepdaughter Emma. I don't—I don't know if she's alive," Mr. Simpson cried.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Is anyone else hurt?"
"Not that I know of."
Mr. Raditch sat down in his chair astonished. A tear slid down his cheek.
"What are you doing? Don't just sit there! Do something! The children's lives are in danger! What do you plan to do?"
"There's nothing I can do. All I'm capable of doing is calling the police. It's up to them to decide what happens after that"
"Then call the police if you have to! But one thing is for sure. I'm not just going to sit around here and wait for something to happen."
With that, Mr. Simpson left the room. He looked around for the nearest payphone to call Spike. She needed to know that Emma might not be coming home.
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After 4 hours of running around with Jack and trying to pick up around the house, Spike was exhausted. She had only 3 hours of sleep last night and she did not need any more excitement for the rest of the day.
She was just about ready to fall asleep when the telephone rang.
"Oh please," Spike moaned, "I don't want to get it."
After about the 3rd or 4th ring, Spike got up and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Spike?"
"Snake? What wrong? You sound upset."
"Something happened at the school today."
Spike started to worry. "Wh-What happened? Did something happen to Emma? Is she all right?"
"No she's not. Some kid has a gun and he's holding the kids hostage in the cafeteria."
"What about Emma? She's fine right? She hasn't been hurt? Oh please Snake, tell me she's alright."
"Spike, honey, Emma's been shot."
With this news, Spike dropped the phone and fell to the floor. She kept repeating "Oh my god" over and over. She had almost forgot that Snake was on the phone until she heard his voice coming from the phone.
"Spike? SPIKE? Are you ok? CHRISTINE!"
Spike picked up the phone.
"I'm here Snake, I'm here. Have you called the police yet?"
"Mr. Raditch is doing that right now."
"What about the parents of the other students? Do they know?"
"Not yet, but I think that the people who are working in the office will call them soon."
"I'm scared Snake. What if she's dead? I can't live with out her. I just can't!"
"Calm down Spike, she'll make it. I know she will. She's a fighter. You just need to hang in there."
"I don't know if I can."
"You can. And you will."
"I—" Spike was interrupted by the cries of baby Jack. "Look, I'm gonna have to go. Jack needs me, but you keep calling me ok? I need to know what's happening. You call me every chance you get ok Snake? Promise me that!"
"I promise."
"Bye, I love you"
"I love you too."
Mr. Simpson walked quietly down the hall when he heard the sound of a gunshot. He instinctively ran to wherever the sound was coming from. When he got to the double doors of the cafeteria he looked through the windows on the door and saw that Jesse Hanson, one of his prized students, with a gun. Everyone else was down on the ground. He past him where kids gathered and some Emma lying on floor unconscious.
"Oh my god, not Emma." He whispered to himself.
Mr. Simpson backed up and started crying. When he finally stopped, he ran as fast as he could to Mr. Raditch's office. He walked right in without out even knocking. Mr. Raditch turned around confused.
"You know I don't appreciate you coming into my office in such an uncivilized manner," Mr. Raditch remarked.
"This is not a time to criticize me now Raditch," He said out of breath.
"Is there something you need Simpson? I'm extremely busy."
"Raditch, there's a kid in the cafeteria. Jesse Hanson. He has a gun and it looks as if he's holding the students hostage."
"What? No one is hurt are they?"
"I'm afraid so. He just shot my stepdaughter Emma. I don't—I don't know if she's alive," Mr. Simpson cried.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Is anyone else hurt?"
"Not that I know of."
Mr. Raditch sat down in his chair astonished. A tear slid down his cheek.
"What are you doing? Don't just sit there! Do something! The children's lives are in danger! What do you plan to do?"
"There's nothing I can do. All I'm capable of doing is calling the police. It's up to them to decide what happens after that"
"Then call the police if you have to! But one thing is for sure. I'm not just going to sit around here and wait for something to happen."
With that, Mr. Simpson left the room. He looked around for the nearest payphone to call Spike. She needed to know that Emma might not be coming home.
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After 4 hours of running around with Jack and trying to pick up around the house, Spike was exhausted. She had only 3 hours of sleep last night and she did not need any more excitement for the rest of the day.
She was just about ready to fall asleep when the telephone rang.
"Oh please," Spike moaned, "I don't want to get it."
After about the 3rd or 4th ring, Spike got up and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Spike?"
"Snake? What wrong? You sound upset."
"Something happened at the school today."
Spike started to worry. "Wh-What happened? Did something happen to Emma? Is she all right?"
"No she's not. Some kid has a gun and he's holding the kids hostage in the cafeteria."
"What about Emma? She's fine right? She hasn't been hurt? Oh please Snake, tell me she's alright."
"Spike, honey, Emma's been shot."
With this news, Spike dropped the phone and fell to the floor. She kept repeating "Oh my god" over and over. She had almost forgot that Snake was on the phone until she heard his voice coming from the phone.
"Spike? SPIKE? Are you ok? CHRISTINE!"
Spike picked up the phone.
"I'm here Snake, I'm here. Have you called the police yet?"
"Mr. Raditch is doing that right now."
"What about the parents of the other students? Do they know?"
"Not yet, but I think that the people who are working in the office will call them soon."
"I'm scared Snake. What if she's dead? I can't live with out her. I just can't!"
"Calm down Spike, she'll make it. I know she will. She's a fighter. You just need to hang in there."
"I don't know if I can."
"You can. And you will."
"I—" Spike was interrupted by the cries of baby Jack. "Look, I'm gonna have to go. Jack needs me, but you keep calling me ok? I need to know what's happening. You call me every chance you get ok Snake? Promise me that!"
"I promise."
"Bye, I love you"
"I love you too."