11am. The Mason Residence.
Spinner suddenly jerked out of his sleep, sweat running down his face, his heart pounding. Something weird was going on in his mind, something foreign and strange. He knew that something was wrong, terribly wrong. He began to worry and panic, terrible scenarios running through his mind. He needed to check on Paige.
11am. Degrassi High School.
In Mrs. Kwan's class, Paige was looking around nervously, not paying attention to a word Mrs. Kwan was saying. Spinner had not shown up at school, and she was worried about him. At first, when he wasn't waiting for her on the front steps in the morning, she figured he was just running late. But he hadn't shown up for any of his classes, and she was worried sick. Terrible scenarios were running through her mind.
The bell rang, snapping Paige out of her thoughts and signaling the end of class. She got up slowly from her seat and walked to her locker, crossing her arms. She threw her backpack in the locker and waited there for several minutes, thinking and worrying about Spinner, wondering if he was okay, wondering if he was dead. She sat down against the locker, becoming immersed in her thoughts. Suddenly, someone bumped into her, breaking her chain of thought. It was Marco, who was walking with Ellie down to the cafeteria.
"Oh, sorry Paige," Marco said as he continued walking.
Marco and Ellie had just been having a conversation about impressionist art when he bumped into Paige. As they continued walked toward the cafeteria, Ellie walked toward the girl's bathroom and said,
"Go ahead, I'll meet up with you in the cafeteria."
Emma was on her way out of the bathroom as Ellie was on her way in. They exchanged a short look, but didn't say anything because they didn't know each other too well. As Ellie locked herself into the far stall, Emma began walking down to the cafeteria, looking around in order to try and avoid her stepfather.
It was 11:15am. Emma had just sat down, and was opening up her bag lunch. Paige was in the hallway, walking toward the cafeteria. Ellie was in the girl's bathroom, contemplating whether or not to cut herself. Marco was eating lunch alone. Spinner was in his car, speeding toward Degrassi High School. This is where they all were when the first shots rang out.
A boy, about 5 feet and 9 inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes had just stood up on a table. He clutched a black pistol tight in his fist, looked around for a few brief seconds, and fired two shots. They connected with a pretty 10th grade girl that was sitting nearby. She slumped in her chair, blood pouring from the wounds in her chest. She was dead.
Instantly, the cafeteria erupted into mass chaos. The students were in a panic, running around, desperately trying to find a way out. So many students had run for the doors, but not all of them could fit through at the same time. It was a traffic jam, and Marco was at the back of it.
The boy jumped off the table and menacingly walked toward the mass of students trying to escape. He grabbed Marco from behind, and turned him around. Marco didn't have a chance to defend himself. He didn't even have a chance to plea for his life. He just made contact with the shooter's cold blue eyes, and as he opened his mouth to say something, the shooter just said, "Fag," and shot Marco in the face. Blood splattered everywhere sending the students into more of a panic. As the students made their way out, the shooter just stood there, laughing.
Emma ran down the hall, tears streaming down her face. How could this happen at Degrassi? How could someone do such a terrible thing? Shots steadily rang out from behind her, screams hanging in the air for minutes. She only ran faster, desperately looking for the nearest exit. Suddenly a voice spoke from behind her.
"Emma Nelson," said the shooter, sneering sinisterly, "model student, environmental activist. When will you learn to mind your own business?" He raised his gun at her, preparing to squeeze the trigger when it happened. A door swung open beside her and a tall man with short hair ran out, pushing her down. By this time, the bullet was already sailing through the air, straight ahead. It hit Mr. Simpson in the chest, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, right beside Emma, covered in blood. As she saw the glazed over, empty look in his eyes all she could do was cry. Just earlier that day she said she wished he would die, and now it had come true. She sobbed loudly, regretting everything she'd said in the past 24 hours, apologizing so profusely over his body. But nothing could bring him back. He was gone forever now, he died defending his stepdaughter, regardless of the fact that less than 24 hours ago she'd said she hated him.
The shooter spun around and headed in a different direction, laughing evilly and shooting everyone he could.
Ellie shook violently with fear, trying desperately to keep quiet and hidden. She had been in the bathroom this whole time hiding from the hell that waited just outside the door.
Paige ran down the hall, following the throng of students headed for the front door, crying hysterically. Just yesterday her future was looking so bright, but now it was being put in jeopardy by some kid who thought he had the right to kill. She was right next to the girl's bathroom when a shot rang out from behind her, followed by a cruel voice.
"Well if it isn't Paige Michalchuk," the shooter said with sick pleasure in his voice, "I always hated cheerleaders. Why don't you do a cheer for me?" He laughed cruelly.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but just leave me alone. I never did anything to hurt anyone," she said to him and then paused slightly, waiting for a response. The shooter only grinned. "Why are you doing this?" she continued, "What gives you the right to kill. I only want to live my life, to go to college, to marry my boyfriend. I don't know whatever problem drove you to this, but just let it go! Just let me go!"
As she turned around to run away, he fired two bullets, right at her heart. After two steps, the hit her in the middle of the back. She fell roughly to the floor, coughing up blood. As her vision faded into the fluorescent lights above, she could only thing one thing.
Why me?
Spinner suddenly jerked out of his sleep, sweat running down his face, his heart pounding. Something weird was going on in his mind, something foreign and strange. He knew that something was wrong, terribly wrong. He began to worry and panic, terrible scenarios running through his mind. He needed to check on Paige.
11am. Degrassi High School.
In Mrs. Kwan's class, Paige was looking around nervously, not paying attention to a word Mrs. Kwan was saying. Spinner had not shown up at school, and she was worried about him. At first, when he wasn't waiting for her on the front steps in the morning, she figured he was just running late. But he hadn't shown up for any of his classes, and she was worried sick. Terrible scenarios were running through her mind.
The bell rang, snapping Paige out of her thoughts and signaling the end of class. She got up slowly from her seat and walked to her locker, crossing her arms. She threw her backpack in the locker and waited there for several minutes, thinking and worrying about Spinner, wondering if he was okay, wondering if he was dead. She sat down against the locker, becoming immersed in her thoughts. Suddenly, someone bumped into her, breaking her chain of thought. It was Marco, who was walking with Ellie down to the cafeteria.
"Oh, sorry Paige," Marco said as he continued walking.
Marco and Ellie had just been having a conversation about impressionist art when he bumped into Paige. As they continued walked toward the cafeteria, Ellie walked toward the girl's bathroom and said,
"Go ahead, I'll meet up with you in the cafeteria."
Emma was on her way out of the bathroom as Ellie was on her way in. They exchanged a short look, but didn't say anything because they didn't know each other too well. As Ellie locked herself into the far stall, Emma began walking down to the cafeteria, looking around in order to try and avoid her stepfather.
It was 11:15am. Emma had just sat down, and was opening up her bag lunch. Paige was in the hallway, walking toward the cafeteria. Ellie was in the girl's bathroom, contemplating whether or not to cut herself. Marco was eating lunch alone. Spinner was in his car, speeding toward Degrassi High School. This is where they all were when the first shots rang out.
A boy, about 5 feet and 9 inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes had just stood up on a table. He clutched a black pistol tight in his fist, looked around for a few brief seconds, and fired two shots. They connected with a pretty 10th grade girl that was sitting nearby. She slumped in her chair, blood pouring from the wounds in her chest. She was dead.
Instantly, the cafeteria erupted into mass chaos. The students were in a panic, running around, desperately trying to find a way out. So many students had run for the doors, but not all of them could fit through at the same time. It was a traffic jam, and Marco was at the back of it.
The boy jumped off the table and menacingly walked toward the mass of students trying to escape. He grabbed Marco from behind, and turned him around. Marco didn't have a chance to defend himself. He didn't even have a chance to plea for his life. He just made contact with the shooter's cold blue eyes, and as he opened his mouth to say something, the shooter just said, "Fag," and shot Marco in the face. Blood splattered everywhere sending the students into more of a panic. As the students made their way out, the shooter just stood there, laughing.
Emma ran down the hall, tears streaming down her face. How could this happen at Degrassi? How could someone do such a terrible thing? Shots steadily rang out from behind her, screams hanging in the air for minutes. She only ran faster, desperately looking for the nearest exit. Suddenly a voice spoke from behind her.
"Emma Nelson," said the shooter, sneering sinisterly, "model student, environmental activist. When will you learn to mind your own business?" He raised his gun at her, preparing to squeeze the trigger when it happened. A door swung open beside her and a tall man with short hair ran out, pushing her down. By this time, the bullet was already sailing through the air, straight ahead. It hit Mr. Simpson in the chest, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, right beside Emma, covered in blood. As she saw the glazed over, empty look in his eyes all she could do was cry. Just earlier that day she said she wished he would die, and now it had come true. She sobbed loudly, regretting everything she'd said in the past 24 hours, apologizing so profusely over his body. But nothing could bring him back. He was gone forever now, he died defending his stepdaughter, regardless of the fact that less than 24 hours ago she'd said she hated him.
The shooter spun around and headed in a different direction, laughing evilly and shooting everyone he could.
Ellie shook violently with fear, trying desperately to keep quiet and hidden. She had been in the bathroom this whole time hiding from the hell that waited just outside the door.
Paige ran down the hall, following the throng of students headed for the front door, crying hysterically. Just yesterday her future was looking so bright, but now it was being put in jeopardy by some kid who thought he had the right to kill. She was right next to the girl's bathroom when a shot rang out from behind her, followed by a cruel voice.
"Well if it isn't Paige Michalchuk," the shooter said with sick pleasure in his voice, "I always hated cheerleaders. Why don't you do a cheer for me?" He laughed cruelly.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but just leave me alone. I never did anything to hurt anyone," she said to him and then paused slightly, waiting for a response. The shooter only grinned. "Why are you doing this?" she continued, "What gives you the right to kill. I only want to live my life, to go to college, to marry my boyfriend. I don't know whatever problem drove you to this, but just let it go! Just let me go!"
As she turned around to run away, he fired two bullets, right at her heart. After two steps, the hit her in the middle of the back. She fell roughly to the floor, coughing up blood. As her vision faded into the fluorescent lights above, she could only thing one thing.
Why me?