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Lindbergh Elementary School
Approximately 12:30 p.m
The five remaining kids lay bound and gagged in the gym, slumped against the wall. Libby took a look around. There were about twenty other kids that weren't in her class. Her eyes watered as she saw a lone kindergartner lying on the floor, crying. Even though his mouth was taped shut, she could still hear his muffled cries of "Mommy!".
She turned her head away from the kid, not needing another reason to cry. She looked at the entrance to the gym. One men with a gun lay standing against the wall, staring intently at each of her fellow students. Outside the door she knew stood two armed men as well. She knew that there were at least two others on the office and one on the top floor acting as a sniper. That meant there were seven, at least.
As the guard turned his attention from her to a kid at the other end of the room, she slowly moved her bound right hand up and down. When she had fallen off her desk, she had clutched a tiny fragment of glass from a broken window that had been lying on the floor. Very slowly, she could feel the sharp glass breaking the ropes.
Come on, come on! she angrily thought as she moved a little faster. She stopped when the guard looked at her again. Who am I kidding? Even if I manage to get myself out of these ropes, what am I going to do? Run at them and stab them with the glass? They'll shoot me dead before I get five feet.
As the guard looked away again she continued sawing at the ropes. She felt one of the last strips give way. There were only a couple left now. She almost broke them right there, but thought better of it. Eventually we'll have to move to another room. They'll notice if my ropes are broken. Maybe I can break them then and surprise them.
She sighed as best she could with tape around her mouth. Loosening her ropes wasn't much, but it was something. It gave her hope. At least she had the ability to attack. It was just a matter of waiting.
She noticed something in the corner of her eye as she laid her head against the wall. She glanced over to see a kid a few yards down. He looked a little younger than her, maybe a fourth-grader. She noticed that he had also undone the ropes binding his hands together. He looked over at her and winked. Libby knew what he was going to do. She shook her head violently, but he did it anyway.
He ripped the tape off of his mouth and charged at the gunmen. "Ah!" he screamed as he ran towards him.
The gunmen simply fired three rounds at the boy's head. Libby looked away from the pile of bloody brain matter that lay on the floor.
The gunmen stood up. "That is what will happen to you if you don't shut up and do as we say. We have over twenty hostages, wasting one of you doesn't make a difference. You aren't going to escape, and no one is coming for you! So just sit tight!"
Libby closed her eyes and banged her head against the wall. He's wrong. Jimmy and Cindy will come. They've got too. Little did she know that they were at an amusement park right now, having lunch.