10:58 a.m.
Anna flicked her pencil anxiously on her desk. Shit, Anna thought. Williams would start lecturing soon and her piece of crap computer couldn't get the notes printed. Come on! The printer icon started bouncing so she impatiently got out of her chair and headed for the isle.
"I'll be right back, I just need to get the notes," Anna said to Emily sitting next to her.
Emily nodded and turned back to organizing her things.
She awkwardly sidestepped over backpacks and jackets until she reached the side isle and jogged up the steps. Once she got to the printer it looked like about 15 other students had the same great idea to print a minute before classes started. This is going to take forever! Not to mention the notes would be hopelessly mixed in with everyone else's. I'll be lucky if someone doesn't accidentally steal my notes.
Just as Anna pulled her notes from the stack of warm pages she heard a scream, sharp and clear, start and then cut off abruptly. She turned to head back for the classroom when the screaming really started. What's going on?
Anna started to jog in the direction of the screams, the same direction as her lecture hall. Just then Emily rounded the corner. Her eyes were huge, her face clammy and pale.
"It's Nathan. Your Nathan. He's in the classroom. And he has a—a gun." Emily got the sentence out between gasps for air as she caught her breath.
Frozen, Anna just stared back at her for a moment. "What? Are you sure it was Nathan? Oh my God. We broke up last night. He was upset about it, but not enough to do something like this!"