Lucas found himself for the first time ever that day, counting down the minutes until literature class ended. Ten minutes before the bell would announce the dismal for the weekend, two gun shots screamed in the hallway. Everyone in the class stopped what they were doing as they looked at one another. The looks exchanged in the classroom inquired whether if one another heard what was just done.
Lucas rose out of his seat after closing his notebook and peered out of the door. He saw chaos in the hallways as students ran around, teenagers ran around helplessly screaming. Lucas saw his best friend Haley James run pass the door frantically screaming orders. In that moment, since the teacher had been down the hall getting copies, Lucas took charge of the classroom. He ordered everyone to get against the wall of the door. He turned off the lights and locked the door.
The entire classroom sat under the chalkboard terrified of what would happen to them or their fellow classmates. His mind spinning with fear, Lucas went through all his friends wondering if they would be okay. Fifteen minutes went by and his curiosity began to develop into panic. He would hate to know they were hurt somewhere and all he did had been to hide in the A.P. Literature class.
Lucas stood up and grabbed a golf club that stood next to his teacher's desk. Lucas had always found it rather humorous that Mr. Marshall kept several golf clubs next to his desk but today he was grateful. He walked over to the door and began to unlock it.
"Lucas, what are you doing?" George Stephens, a fellow classmate, asked nervously.
Lucas turned his eyes to the boy and found everyone staring at him terrified. He gulped and slowly spoke, "I have to go out there and see if anyone is hurt."
He did not even give them a chance to respond as he opened the door and shut it behind him. The hall was completely quiet but littered with backpacks. Lucas took small steps down the hall as his heart raced. As he approached a corner, he heard careful footsteps other then his own. He stopped right at the corner and took a deep breath.
Lucas jumped out of the corner with the golf club ready to be swung but before he could swing, he was shoved up against the wall. As his head slammed against the wall, he spoke,
"Nathan, what are you doing?" Lucas inquired as his collar of his shirt was held tightly by his younger half brother.
Nathan Scott's grip loosened as he recognized his older brother. "Sorry, I thought you were the shooter."
Lucas looked at his younger brother. Nathan held a baseball bat in his grip. Only the Scott boys would defend themselves with some kind of sports equipment.
"Dude, I have to find Haley. Have you seen her?" Nathan asked with concern lingering in his voice.
"I saw her run towards the tutor center, but I honestly don't know." Lucas replied wishing he knew where his best friend ended up.
"She's probably there. I'm going to go find her." Nathan started to head over towards the suspected area where his wife was.
"Hey Nate," Lucas stopped him. "Just in case, you know something happens…I just wanted to say that…well you know,"
"Yeah, me too man." Nathan interjected.
Both boys stared at each other just in case it would be the last time they would see each other in the state they both were in. They nodded and parted ways. Lucas found a trail of blood and immediately felt his heart let him know it was someone he loved. At the doors leading to the hallway that led to the Library, Lucas opened a door and accidentally let it slam behind him. He closed his eyes as the sound echoed the hallway. His heart began to hammer in his chest as he realized he possibly
Moments passed with no one arising to threaten his life, so Lucas proceeded to walk out to the hallway where there would be doors that would lead to the library. Just as he entered the room, a figure called behind him;
"Don't take another step, Lucas."