10:02am

I didn't sleep that night, none of us could. We could hear yelling from the hallways and other classes. It was sort of weird to hear them, like the noises were from another world or something.

The bruises on my body from the beating me and three other kids received still pounded against my skin. It hurt to move and I knew they wouldn't just dissapear after a day or two. These bruises were going to be around for a while.

I did my best to not think about the beating. It was too much. This was all too much. The thing that hurt even more than the bruises was that they took one of the girls away after the beating and she has yet to come back. But I'm sure I know what happened to her.

Most of the kids in the class were awake. Like usual they were all sitting around lifelessy, waiting for more instructions or for someone to come save us. It was crazy that no one had come to save us yet. But how would we know if anyone tried? The windows were still covered in the black paper we had to stick to the windows the first day of this.

Max, our 'guard', was sitting at the front desk. It looked like he had stayed awak all night, just in case any of us messed up.

There was fiddling at the door, a noise I had heard too many times and hated. The door slowly opened and we watched as Harry came in. He walked up to Max and whispered in his ears. Max's face changed, anger. They both stood up and pulled their guns from their pockets.

"Everyone come stand up here!" Max yelled. We all jumped to our feet, ignoring the throbbing pain of the bruises, and hurried to the front of the room. We stood in a big group in front of Harry and Max and waited.

"We know someone from here called the police. We know it was someone in here. I've got proof," Harry started. He eyed us all carefully, "Now who the fuck was it?" He paused, "If you confess I won't kill you," he tried to 'reason' with us.

"Okay, new plan. Everyone in here is to hand in your phone! Now!" No one moved. I didn't there was no way I was giving up my phone. I carefully pulled the bottom of my top a little lower, to cover the bulge of my phone in my pocket.

Two guys suddenly stepped out of the group and placed their phones on the desk. It seemed like that was all they were going to do to us because Max turned away. But Harry spoke up.

"Come with us," he said to the two boys. They looked as if they instantly regretted handing in their phones and slowly followed them out of the room. This time they didn't lock the door, they didn't even shut it. We all slowly took our seats, hoping those two boys would be okay. They weren't. How could we miss the ringing in our ears from the two gun shots.

Max poked his head back in the classroom door.

"You two, come with me," he pointed to two boy sitting closest to the door. They looked sick as they followed Max out into the hallway. They returned a few minutes later, looking even worse than before they had left. They took their seats and Max locked the door, leaving tto go torment other classes with Harry.

A few people crowded around the two boy at the front of the room. I tried listening in on their small conversation.

"Are you okay?" one girl asked.

"What did you have to do?" another asked.

"Their bodies, we had to take them away," one of the boys whimpered. This was horrible. This had to end.