A/N- Thanks for the reviews guys. And thanks for the constructive criticism. I'm not that great of a writer and my vocabulary is pretty small. So please keep giving me constructive criticism because it helps me learn how to write better.
"We're going to Stanford! We're going to Stanford!" I chant skipping around my kitchen. I can't believe me and Ashley both go in!
"Spencer what are you doing?" My mom says walking into the kitchen.
"Uh…..I got my college acceptance letters."
"You did?! Well did you open them?"
"Yeah and I got into all of them,"
"YES!" My mom screams out. She's more excited for this than I am.
"Yeah I know!"
"So we need to talk about which one you are going to. Tuition won't be a problem."
"Actually I've already decided where I'm going to go,"
"Spencer we have to agree to it,"
"Mom it's a good school,"
"Which one do you want to go to?"
"Stanford,"
"Well……I guess that's okay. I just have to talk to your father before anything is definite,"
"Okay," I say knowing my dad will definitely let me go to that school. He really wants to get rid of me so now he has a reason. I turn on the TV with a smile on my face.
Go on and lose it, go on and lose it all. Go on and lose it go go go. Go on and lose it go on an-
"Hello?" I say sleepily.
"Hey it's Ashley,"
"Ashley it's…." I turn to look at the clock. "Freakin 3 in the morning!" I yell but then quiet down remembering my parents are asleep.
"Sorry…..I just wanted to hear your voice," Say it with me…..awwwww.
"Aww! I love you!,"
"I love you too,"
"There you heard my voice now go away," I say playfully
"Spencerrrrrrrr,"
"What do you want me to do? We have school tomorrow. I've got to sleep."
"Okay…..can I take you to lunch tomorrow?"
"Sure thing,"
"Alrighty I'll see you tomorrow…..or today, whatever I love you."
"Love you too Ash," I smiled as I hung up. I love being in love!
There's a lot of drama in high school. It seems like everyday there is something new. I have this weird feeling something is going down today. Something bad. I walk into my first period class that I have with Ashley. She sits next me in that class so it's my favorite.
"Okay class today we will be doing polynomials," Ms. Jackson says to us
"Ugh I hate those," I whisper to Ashley.
"Me too,"
I look around the room and notice some kid fidgeting. It's sort of weird. He keeps looking around suspiciously and has his hand inside his jacket. I wonder if he has something in there….
"Spencer pay attention," Ms. Jackson's voice breaks me from my thoughts.
Class was about halfway over when fidget kid raises his hand.
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure but take a pass,"
He gets up and walks over to take the pass from the teacher. He starts walking toward my desk which is on the way to the door. He glares at me and I wonder what's up with that? He stops at my desk.
"Get up," he says coldly
"What?"
"Get up!" What's up with this kid?
"What? Why?" he reaches into his jacket and pulls something out. It looks like…….a gun. Oh shit.
"Get. Up. Now," He says pointing the gun at me. By now the entire class is looking at us.
I slowly stand up and look forward. I can see the inside of the barrel of the gun. This can not be happening.
"Stay right there," He says walking over to the door. He picks up a chair and wedges it under the door. Across the room the teacher picks up the phone. Fidget kid turns to her and points the gun.
"Drop it or I blow your fucking head off!" She immediately drops the phone. "Alright…." He says walking over to me. "Guess what? You get to be my first victim," Is this like a bad dream or something?
I stay silent as he pushes me to the front of the room. No one dares to make a sound.
"And you all get to watch," He puts the gun to my head.
"No!" I turn to see Ashley standing up.
"Shut up and sit down!"
"No, wait. Whatever you want I'll do it. Just don't hurt her,"
Fidget kid smirks. What is she doing? He could do anything to her!
"Anything?" She nods. "Okay," He says handing her the gun. He pulls a knife out of his jacket. "You shoot her,"
"W-what?"