Chapter 7
The Final Straw
Stephanie and Julie were silent. They kept looking at the board, each other, then the ground.
"We should check on him, you know, just to make sure he's alright." said Julie, looking back at the board.
"Yeah, maybe that'll help calm our fears." Stephanie responded. They left the band room and walked down the hall a short distance. They came to Mr. Greene's office, and found the door shut.
"Mr. Greene?" Stephanie knocked on the door. She grabbed the doorknob, opened the door slowly, and called, "Hey, Mr. Greene? We came because we were a bit worried and-" A scream escaped her lips.
Mr. Greene was slumped over on his desk. Blood was slowly flowing from the swollen slash on the back of his head. Around his head, papers and the desk itself were soaked in blood. The handle of the knife, jutting out of the back of his head, was also blood-soaked. There was a long, dark red trail down the back of his shirt and on his collar.
Stephanie heard a loud thud behind her, and found that Julie had fainted. Upon approaching Mr. Greene, she discovered that he was still breathing. His breath was quick, and blood bubbled from inside his throat, but he was still alive.
Mr. Greene's eyes were open, and he was staring directly at Stephanie. "Uunh..." he said, though it wasn't clear what he meant.
Stephanie nodded as if she knew exactly what he said, and sprinted to the band room. She snatched the phone off the hook, dialed 9-1-1, and summoned an ambulance for Mr. Greene. All she had to do was wait and find out what would happen to her band director...
The Final Straw
Stephanie and Julie were silent. They kept looking at the board, each other, then the ground.
"We should check on him, you know, just to make sure he's alright." said Julie, looking back at the board.
"Yeah, maybe that'll help calm our fears." Stephanie responded. They left the band room and walked down the hall a short distance. They came to Mr. Greene's office, and found the door shut.
"Mr. Greene?" Stephanie knocked on the door. She grabbed the doorknob, opened the door slowly, and called, "Hey, Mr. Greene? We came because we were a bit worried and-" A scream escaped her lips.
Mr. Greene was slumped over on his desk. Blood was slowly flowing from the swollen slash on the back of his head. Around his head, papers and the desk itself were soaked in blood. The handle of the knife, jutting out of the back of his head, was also blood-soaked. There was a long, dark red trail down the back of his shirt and on his collar.
Stephanie heard a loud thud behind her, and found that Julie had fainted. Upon approaching Mr. Greene, she discovered that he was still breathing. His breath was quick, and blood bubbled from inside his throat, but he was still alive.
Mr. Greene's eyes were open, and he was staring directly at Stephanie. "Uunh..." he said, though it wasn't clear what he meant.
Stephanie nodded as if she knew exactly what he said, and sprinted to the band room. She snatched the phone off the hook, dialed 9-1-1, and summoned an ambulance for Mr. Greene. All she had to do was wait and find out what would happen to her band director...