Carl, Sheen, Libby, Jimmy, and Cindy were sitting in the library, trying to kill time before school began. It was Monday morning, the most depressing day of the week. The five friends were having trouble keeping their eyes open. You know how it is. There is something about Mondays that just makes you want to crawl under the sheets and go back to sleep.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I had a very productive weekend," Cindy told them.
"Why, what did you do?" Carl asked.
"I finished Mrs. Simon's book report," Cindy gleefully said as she grabbed Jimmy's hand.
"But that's not due for, like, three weeks! That's practically two months from now!" Sheen shouted. He was the only one who could be somewhat perky on a Monday morning.
"Anyway, we better head off to class," Libby said as she glanced at the clock.
"Yeah, the bell's going to ring in a few minutes," Jimmy said as he got up. He accidentally smashed into John, who happened to be walking by at that exact moment. Jimmy bent down to pick up the book he dropped. "Hey, sorry, uh, oh. Hello, John," Jimmy nervously said. He didn't know exactly know where they stood after what had happened a couple of days ago.
"Just watch where you're going, Neutron," he angrily muttered before continuing on his way. Jimmy and Cindy angrily stared after him.
Twenty minutes later the entire gang, and John, were sitting in their social studies class. They whispered to each other as their teacher took attendance. Everyone suddenly stopped talking as they heard a distant popping sound out in the hall.
"Teachers, please lock all doors and instruct your students to hide. There is someone with a gun in the building," the principal nervously shouted over the intercom.
Everyone in the class quickly started screaming and hiding under their desks, except for Jimmy, Cindy, and John. John and Jimmy stared at each other. John slowly nodded his head, silently agreeing to a temporary truce.
"Will you stop with that and get moving!" Cindy yelled at the two of them as she ran towards the door. Jimmy and John followed suit.
"Kids! Get back here this instant!" their teacher yelled.
"Shut up, we're saving your asses!" John angrily shouted as the three of them ran out into the hallway.
Jimmy and Cindy ran out first. They dashed across the hallway and plastered themselves against another classroom's door. John came out of the classroom next and closed the door behind him. In his hands he held the American flag that had been in their classroom. He also had several students' bottles of water.
The gunshots became louder. John pointed to his right, which was where the gunman would be approaching. Jimmy and Cindy nodded their heads. John tossed Jimmy the flag as he took the caps off of the water. He dumped it down the hallway. John ran over to the puzzled Jimmy and Cindy.
"When I give the signal, Jimmy and you slide down the hallway, stretching the flag out. You'll trip him as he appears in the hallway. I'll run over and grab his gun," John told them as they heard glass shattering in the distance. "You got it?"
Jimmy and Cindy nodded. They stood in the middle of the hallway with several feet between them. They stretched the flag out across the gap. "Now!" they heard John shout. They sprinted forward and slid feet first down the slippery hallway. They held the outstretched flag sever inches above the floor. As the gunman appeared in the entrance to the hallway, Jimmy and Cindy tripped him the flag.
"Alright!" John happily shouted as he also slid down the corridor. He grabbed the gun that the man had dropped when he fell.
John stood up and cocked the gun. He aimed it at the gunman. He was about to pull the trigger.Jimmy saw this and sprang to his feet. He tackled John to the ground, which sent the gun flying across the floor. This time Cindy picked it up and aimed it at the fallen gunman.
"Well, I can see we disagree about the proper way to handle this," John said as Jimmy pinned him to the ground.
"Yeah, I guess so," Jimmy told him.