ABOVE THE INFLUENCE

4:39 P.M.

BAM! Everyone ran to the window to see where the gun shot came from. Stepping on each other, not one of us could see anything. SCREECH! Behind us, the trashcan we put over the attic door began to move as the door lifted up. Frozen to the spot, we watch in horror.

"GET DOWN!" Seven men appear, aiming gun tips right at our faces. Without any of us hesitating we fling our bodies against the floor, and cover our heads. I close my eyes as I feel hands searching my body for weapons. "Clear." I hear the officer, who searched me, bark.

"Clear." Next to me another officer speaks. After everyone has been cleared, the officers forcefully pull us to our feet. "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOU!" Doing so, I feel cold medal being clamped around my wrists. I look over at Stephanie who is trying so hard not to let tears fall.

Leading us to the ladder, they help us down, while other officers at the bottom take us, then lead us down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front of the school.

I turn my head toward Armstrong's office, then back to the blue double doors. Closing my eyes once again, I feel the icy air hit my face like pins going into my flesh.