9:50am

"Sit down!" Everyone fell silent, "You need to sit down and stay in here. I'm not kidding, this is serious." I was worried. I'd never seen Lisa like this. She was still young, only in her mid twenties. Usually if she wasn't typing away on her laptop she was nice and friendly with us kids. But never had I seen her so scared in my life.

I sat back down in my seat, nervous about what was going to happen. Something bad. I looked at Andy beside me who looked just as nervous as I felt.

"I wonder what's going on," I said. He nodded.

"Something bad," he replied. I scoffed. I had to say it out loud to convince myself.

"Don't be stupid. Nothing bad is happening, they're just trying to annoy us," I said, referring to the teachers as 'they'. Just a few minutes ago I wanted to stay here and not have to go to Maths. Now, I'd do anything to leave and find out what was going on.

"Aahh!" I heard a girls high pitch scream come from out in the hallway. We all heard it and for a moment we just stared at each other, our faces full of worry. Then we jumped up and ran for the door or the small windows that looked out into the hallway.

"Sit down! Now! All of you, sit down!" Lisa was again blocking the door and trying to get us all back to our seats. Most of the kids went and sat down again, sitting up in their seats and trying to see out the windows. But they were too high up and we had no idea what that scream was all about. The rest of them sat down and Lisa began to walk around the class. She was talking quietly to all the kids. I was shaking a little. I really didn't know what was going to happen. A person doesn't scream like that for nothing. I mean that scream wasn't playful, it was scary. Really fucking scary.

"Do you know what's going on?" I heard Jeremy ask someone. I turned to look at him. He was talking to Lisa. She shook her head.

"I'm not sure but we just have to stay here and find out," she told him, her voice a little shaky. As she left Jeremy and his friend and went to walk by our desks the classroom door flew open with a bang. We all jumped and looked up to see a blonde haired kid, dressed in black jeans and a grey tshirt. It took all of us a second to realize and then we all let out scared gasps and ducked behind our desks. The kid had a gun and he held his arm out, pointing it at us all. I pushed my chair back and ducked to the floor. Andy was beside me in a second and Lisa was kneeling on the floor behind us. I could hear Lisa whimpering behind us but the kid hadn't done anything yet. I could still see him standing there looking at us all. In the worry and nervous knot in my stomach I recognized him. I knew him.

"Where's your teacher?!" he suddenly yelled in a hard rough voice. He'd said that before. Lisa stayed down. I turned my head to look at her and she caught my eye.

"Just do as he says," she whispered to those of us close enough to hear. I nodded at her as she slowly stood up and I watched her put her hands in the air. I felt sorry for her but then again I was just focused on myself. This kid has a gun! He could take all of our lives in just a few seconds.

"Come 'ere!" the kid yelled and nodded towards the classroom door. She slowly walked up to the front of the room and to the door. She stood in the doorway and waited for him to do something. Was he going to shoot her there and then? "Go to the staffroom and don't you fucking dare think about calling for help. You go in there and you stay there and shut up!" he yelled at her, pointing the gun at her, still stretching his arm out. She still kept her hands up in the air as she nodded, looking like she was about to cry. She turned around and left the class. I could hear her heels click on the ground as she walked away. The kid at the front of the room put his arm down, pointing the gun at the ground.

"If you're wondering what's going on, we're taking over the school," he told us, now relaxed. Then I realized who he was. He went to our school. He was in the Twelfth Grade. I didn't know his name but I remembered him. For a moment I wondered about this all. Was he the only one doing this? But then he spoke again and I completely forgot all of these thoughts.

"I know you've all got phones and I know you're all thinking about calling the police. No, you're not going to fucking call them because I'll kill you before they even get here! Any of you try to leave, call for help or any of that shit and I will kill you!" he yelled, "You all stay here and shut up!" With that he left the class, slamming the door behind him. We could hear him fiddling with the lock on the outside of the door and we were left alone. I turned to look at Andy, the two of us still under the table. He looked about as shit scared as I felt. A few tears sprang to my eyes as I realized what was happening. And what was going to happen. They were going to kill us all.

10:20am

"What do you think's gonna happen?" Shaun whispered. I looked up at him from where I had been staring into my lap. The four of us, Andy, Jade, Shaun and I, had been huddled in the corner of the classroom. The kid with the gun hadn't come back and we weren't sure what was going on or what was going to happen. We hadn't said much as we sat there. I'd pulled my knees to my chest, folding my hands around my legs. The others sat with their legs crossed. I wasn't too sure what to think. A little part of me still thought this wasn't real. That the reason we had to stay in this classroom wasn't because some kid in the school had a gun and there was no escape. But another part was just blank. I didn't feel nervous or worried anymore. I wasn't wondering who this kid was or why he was doing what he's doing. It was just nothing, like I didn't care what happened.

No one had time to answer Shaun's question. The door at the front of the room slowly opened but it squeaked, catching our attention. The whisperings going on in the class fell silent as all of us stared at the door, waiting for someone to come in. Someone did, alot of people did. The same kid from before came in, holding his gun up as a warning. So that we knew if we messed up he'd use it. Another brown headed guy followed him in. The brown head guy was wearing the same black jeans and grey tshirt as the other guy. I recognized him too, I'd seen him around. They both stood at the front of the room and motioned for someone outside to come in. They did, a whole class in fact. They were all quiet and looked worn out, their eyes big and scared. They silently shuffled in and sat down in the empty spots in the room. It was a whole other class that we'd have to share this room with now.

Once all of the kids had sat down and found their places the brown head guy spoke up.

"We're going to tell you what's going on," he said in a loud, rough voice. He took a step towards us and looked over us all, "But you better not tell anyone outside of this room what is happening! We're trusting you!" He finished speaking and the other guy stood forward.

"All the kids in the school are in five classes, so each of us patrol one class each. Consider yourselves lucky, some rooms have four classes in them. We've got a set of rules that you'll have to follow to get out of here alive. Think of it like a game,"

"Rule one! We're going to let you keep your phones. So you can check the time," he said the last part in a sickly sweet voice, like he knew we just wanted to attack him and kill him then and there, "Think of it as a privelege. Rule Two! If any of you little fuckers call or text anybody outside of this room you will be killed," he stared at us after that and I knew they were serious. If they found out any of us had contacted anyone outside the room they would shoot us in the head in front of everyone, "Rule Three! You talk when we say you talk, you eat when we say you eat. I think that's it," he suddenly changed his tone of voice as he looked at the other guy. They both nodded.

"If we think of anything else you should know, we'll notify you. But for now you can do something for us," the blonde haired guy told us. He left the room for a moment and we all waited for him to come back in a stunned silence, "Stick these on the windows," he came back in with a stack of black paper and a whole load of sticky tape, probably from the Art rooms. None of us moved until he told us to. We didn't try to follow the rules, it wasn't even a rule. We were just too scared to do anything, "Come on!" he urged us on and immediately all of us jumped up and formed a line. We took a few pieces of paper from him and sticky tape, then went to the windows to stick them up. I stood between Jade and Shaun in line. Shaun was tapping his feet, a nervous habit of his. I turned for just a moment to look at Jade. His eyes were darting around the room, not resting on anything for more than a second. His own trademark nervous habit. We got to the front of the line where the three of us grabbed a handful of paper and a roll of sticky tape each. Then we made our way to the empty windows at the back of the classroom and started to put them up. We didn't speak as we did it. We just tried to stick them up as quickly as possible, before the two guys got angry. We had to pull a table over to stand on to reach the top windows and then we finished. We went back to our corner where Andy was already sitting, finished putting up his paper.

Within a few minutes the entire windows were covered, no one could see in our out. The world outside could end and we would never know. After we've all taken our places at the desks or on the floor the two guys look satisfied as they study our work from the front of the room.

"Well done," the blonde one says.

"We'll be back soon," they were about to leave when he stopped, "I'm being so rude! I must introduce myself," he said, starting to get smart now that he knew he had control over our lives, "I'm. . . Harry."

"And I'm Max," the blonde haired guy told us. They left it at that and left the room. Before the door shut Harry stuck his head back in the room.

"You can talk you know," he said before slamming the door shut and we could hear him fiddling with the door handle, locking it.