Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this. I find it much, much easier to update more frequently if my chapters aren't the length of a Harry Potter chapter lol. Thus, I will be updating more frequently. Most likely between my crying because of school and my job. Seriously, kids. Don't go to school. College is muy malo.

9:35A.M. - Ms. Edgar's Classroom, North Hallway

Emily must have been dreaming, because there was no way that this was happening. There was just no conceivable way that this was happening. She and her classmates weren't huddled behind their desks with the door to their classroom barricaded, and there certainly wasn't two people...no. And Hanna...she wasn't missing. She had gotten up to go to the bathroom at 9:10, and she hadn't returned.

No, no. Kids didn't really shoot other kids. Kids didn't come to school and actually hurt their friends and classmates. That only happened at places like Columbine or Virgina Tech. It didn't happen here.

But all of Emily's denial flooded away when a series of gunshots echoed from a few classrooms down. Her classmates were screaming. Laughter. Gunpowder had slowly begin to waft through the air, and the smell of it made Emily sick.

Oh, God. Where was Hanna? What if she's hurt?

No! Emily couldn't allow herself to think like that. Around her, her classmates were calling their parents in frightened whispers. Many of them were on the phone with 911, and by now Emily had heard the sirens of police and rescue teams as they raced to their aid. Emily could only manage the horror that was going on outside the school.

It was nothing compared to what was going on in the school.

"-Shooting," wailed Jessica Thomas, a girl Spencer frequently studied with.

"-guns, kids. Can't." - Brian Wilks, a quiet but nice-enough kid sobbed into his phone.

Her classmates' numerous voices merged into a heavy, gibberish glob of sound. It pounded into Emily's ears, but she could no longer make sense of any words.

Down the hall, whomever was shooting had finally stopped. A door opened and slammed. It was in that moment that every single voice in Emily's classroom fell silent, each sending a silent prayer to whatever higher power they believed in.

Two pairs of footsteps stopped directly outside the classroom door. Emily could hardly make out their voices, but she knew one damn thing for sure - the shooters were both female.

It sounded like they were arguing. Emily's heart raced and her stomach churned with bile. She felt like she was going to pass out from fear. Were her friends okay? Were they safe? And where the hell was Hanna?

After a long, agonizing moment, the kids in Mrs. Edgar's classroom collectively gasped as the shooters forced their way inside and it was then they understood the severity of their situation. Maybe they had been unable to tell because of all the smoke accumulated in the hall, but the hallway was completely dark.

When the first popping sounds started, Ms. Edgar had chastised students for "setting off fireworks on school grounds," but when a kid had barreled into their classroom, face ashen, and announced that there were kids shooting people, everything had turned chaotic. The doorway was instantly blocked off with the students' desk. Ms. Edgar immediately got on the phone with 911, some students were already speaking with operators.

Ms. Edgar had ordered the kids to the far back of the classroom, but Emily knew in her heart that wouldn't do much if the shooters outside really wanted to hurt them.

And now...they were trapped inside with the two killers. Both wore masks. They were dressed in heavy, black combat boots and camouflage pants. Both had backpacks on and carried long, semiautomatic rifles in their hands.

"Please," Ms. Edgar started, "don't-"

Bang!

The gunshot was so loud it reverberated off the walls. Emily didn't even register that one of the shooters had actually shot Ms. Edgar until kids started screaming. Emily dared herself to peek out from behind her fingers.

And instantly wished she hadn't.

One side of Ms. Edgar's face was...gone. There was so much blood and bone and...and brain matter. Emily clasped a hand over her mouth.

Then, one of the shooters turned to her, gun raised.

Emily's heart stopped. She felt like every pair of eyes were on hair. She was going to die. Her friends were all probably going to die, and...she'd never see her family again. But much to her shock, the shooter lowered her gun, turned and walked out of the classroom.

What was going on?

The other reached a gloved hand up and slowly removed her mask. There were resounding gasps throughout the room, and Emily's blood turned to ice.

"M-Mona?"

Mona grinned. It was a smile that made any last ounce of hope Emily had fizzle away. Mona was...happy.

"Hi Emily."

Yay! Another chapter! What do you guys think? Please send feedback, as your feedback helps me flourish and improve as a writer!

P.S. Just kidding - go to school. Seriously.