Chapter 2
"Oh my god, Mr. Greene, what are we supposed to do now?" asked Allison.
"I'm not sure. But I know we're going to have to protect the band." replied Mr. Greene sadly.
The other band students waited for an explanation from Mr. Greene. Allison walked slowly back to her seat and hung her head, deep in thought. What are we supposed to do? she thought. If we don't get someone to help us protect ourselves from that freak, we're all gonna be murdered!
Mr. Greene cleared his throat, "Well...I know that the seniors know what I'm talking about, but the murderer from three years ago that supposedly died and was never found, well...he's back. And he wants to kill me."
Various voices came from the band. "NO!"
"He can't kill you!"
"We won't let him!"
"What happened three years ago?"
"Dunno, but it must've been bad."
"WE CAN PROTECT YOU!!"
"We swear we will!!"
"Yeah, he can't get through us, he won't harm us!"
"I'm sorry, but yes, he will kill you all if that's what it takes to get to me. That's what happened three years ago, and there's no doubt in my mind that he'll do it again." replied Mr. Greene.
The entire band went silent at these words. Then, as if an explosion had happened, every member of the band began to scream their head off. Panic ensued in the band room. Students were running around screaming and running into each other with instruments in hand. Mr. Greene walked into his office, unable to stand the confusion and panic in the band room. He had no clue how to protect himself and the band.
Meanwhile, as students were running in circles, the drum major, Hannah, stood up on the podium and whistled loud enough for all to hear. "LISTEN TO ME! We need to do something about this, but running and screaming isn't going to help at all! Maybe if we ask our parents to act as chaperones through band and for those of us in marching band, we can help protect us all!"
Once again, various comments could be heard. "Yeah, that might work!"
"Great idea, Hannah!"
"But will our parents help us?"
"Of course they will, you idiot, they aren't gonna let us die!"
"Well duh..."
As the band was calmed and talking about how they were going to protect themselves while their parents weren't around, Hannah stepped into Mr. Greene's office. "We've decided to help you out. We are all going to get our parents to come and protect us during band class and marching band practice. And we won't let that freak lay a finger on you!"
"Th...thank you, Hannah. I...don't know what to say." Mr. Greene stuttered.
Hannah smiled.
LATER THAT DAY...
It was after school and marching band practice had begun. The students had not had a chance to ask their parents to come, so the band was vulnerable. Mr. Greene was extremely careful and made sure to keep an eye on each and every band member. But one person cannot watch 246 students all at one time. The staff could help for that night, and Mr. Greene decided that it would be plenty for that night.
"Alright people, I know that we're in an awkward situation here, but we still need to practice. So try to pay attention as much as possible, then we can go home." Mr. Greene said at the beginning of practice.
One of the clarinets raised her hand "Yes?" asked Mr. Greene.
"We've got a problem. One of us is missing." replied the clarinet player.
Mr. Greene gasped. "Y-you do? Who's missing?"
"Allison."
"Oh my god, Mr. Greene, what are we supposed to do now?" asked Allison.
"I'm not sure. But I know we're going to have to protect the band." replied Mr. Greene sadly.
The other band students waited for an explanation from Mr. Greene. Allison walked slowly back to her seat and hung her head, deep in thought. What are we supposed to do? she thought. If we don't get someone to help us protect ourselves from that freak, we're all gonna be murdered!
Mr. Greene cleared his throat, "Well...I know that the seniors know what I'm talking about, but the murderer from three years ago that supposedly died and was never found, well...he's back. And he wants to kill me."
Various voices came from the band. "NO!"
"He can't kill you!"
"We won't let him!"
"What happened three years ago?"
"Dunno, but it must've been bad."
"WE CAN PROTECT YOU!!"
"We swear we will!!"
"Yeah, he can't get through us, he won't harm us!"
"I'm sorry, but yes, he will kill you all if that's what it takes to get to me. That's what happened three years ago, and there's no doubt in my mind that he'll do it again." replied Mr. Greene.
The entire band went silent at these words. Then, as if an explosion had happened, every member of the band began to scream their head off. Panic ensued in the band room. Students were running around screaming and running into each other with instruments in hand. Mr. Greene walked into his office, unable to stand the confusion and panic in the band room. He had no clue how to protect himself and the band.
Meanwhile, as students were running in circles, the drum major, Hannah, stood up on the podium and whistled loud enough for all to hear. "LISTEN TO ME! We need to do something about this, but running and screaming isn't going to help at all! Maybe if we ask our parents to act as chaperones through band and for those of us in marching band, we can help protect us all!"
Once again, various comments could be heard. "Yeah, that might work!"
"Great idea, Hannah!"
"But will our parents help us?"
"Of course they will, you idiot, they aren't gonna let us die!"
"Well duh..."
As the band was calmed and talking about how they were going to protect themselves while their parents weren't around, Hannah stepped into Mr. Greene's office. "We've decided to help you out. We are all going to get our parents to come and protect us during band class and marching band practice. And we won't let that freak lay a finger on you!"
"Th...thank you, Hannah. I...don't know what to say." Mr. Greene stuttered.
Hannah smiled.
LATER THAT DAY...
It was after school and marching band practice had begun. The students had not had a chance to ask their parents to come, so the band was vulnerable. Mr. Greene was extremely careful and made sure to keep an eye on each and every band member. But one person cannot watch 246 students all at one time. The staff could help for that night, and Mr. Greene decided that it would be plenty for that night.
"Alright people, I know that we're in an awkward situation here, but we still need to practice. So try to pay attention as much as possible, then we can go home." Mr. Greene said at the beginning of practice.
One of the clarinets raised her hand "Yes?" asked Mr. Greene.
"We've got a problem. One of us is missing." replied the clarinet player.
Mr. Greene gasped. "Y-you do? Who's missing?"
"Allison."