ABOVE THE INFLUENCE

11:11 A.M.

Freezing. Lonely. Walking toward the open window, I brush off snow that gathered on the broken desks. Sticking my head out of the window, I can see the NYP out of the corner of my left eye. What made me bubble up? An' why am I so worried about Jackson? Does he mean something to me?

"Kelly Stifle from NYC News station." A woman's high pitched voice wakes me up from my confusing questions. I glance down. Under me is this news truck, and a woman talking to some of the other students. I lean further out the window trying to grasp what their saying.

"Gang member's they are man. If I wasn't star runner of the track team, I probably would be gun downed. I think they taking drugs or somethin'. Ya have t'be pretty whacked out to take over a school. "

"What?" I lean back in. This is going to be all over the state. Gang members my ass. I stomp out the room, grabbing the nearest T.V. with me.