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Allison's POV

She was silently crying, her back against the wall, next to the desk.

She was alone. She had been alone every single day of her life but as she thought she may die soon, she wished someone was here with her. She did not want to die alone. It had been the only thought running through her mind for the last fifteen minutes. The longest fifteen minutes of her life.

She was wondering if her parents were aware of what was happening. She did not dare hoping they cared. They probably did not, they never had. She did not want to think about all of that but she had to admit that positive thoughts were pretty rare given those circumstances. And she was not exactly a natural positive person.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she didn't dare breathing normally, afraid of making too much noise. Actually she was even about to think that her thoughts were making too much noise. What if the shooter was coming here? Would she die, just like that, in a classroom? She did not want to die before seeing the ocean.

Suddenly she thought of Brian. Because he was probably as lonely as her right now? Or because he was probably in the library which was only three doors away on the left… She could run and be with him. She wouldn't be alone anymore. No. Brian had friends. Smart friends like him. He was probably with them right now.

She did not want to think of Claire because she was certainly safe and sound in her classroom. She totally could picture her hugging and being hugged by crying friends afraid of dying. Allison brought her legs back to her chest and hugged tight. Poor lonely girl hugging herself. How pathetic.

She did not want to think of Andy either because she would want him to be here. She would have never admitted it but she missed him. Which was quite crazy since she had known him only for a day. She wasn't as good as him to pretend they hadn't shared anything. There was something between them. She hated feeling like that, specially for a boy who did not give a shit about her. For now, he was probably locked in the gym. Or maybe he was out of school. Safe. Deep inside, she was glad he was safe.

John probably had not even come to school. Or if he had, he was probably outside smoking with his smoker friends when there had been the gunshots. Maybe he was looking for Claire. She noticed the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching. Allison used to notice a lot of things, probably because no one was noticing her so it gave her time to… well, notice. John was totally into Claire but it kind of seemed like he would rather die than admit it.

Yeah, John was probably looking for Claire, right now. Because he cared about her, despise everything he may have said.

Then, Allison cried even more. Not because she wanted Bender to look for her but because she realized that no one would ever be looking for her.

Then, she heard them. Steps. Someone was running. Someone was coming here… She gulped.

She was going to die.

Right?

To Be Continued...