Inside a Hypocritical Faker

The rest of the class period, we did nothing. Well I mean Cat kept trying to talk to me, asking who's paper I thought that was. I just ignored her. I had taken out a another paper and started to just write. I tend to drawl and write when I was bored, depressed, and upset. I had started writing a story, I can't really remember what, because as I got down to the second paragraph, the principle's voice came over the intercom system. "Students and teachers, we are now under a code red. Pleas fallow the instructions." Now most teachers at me school never really know if it is a drill or real, but once we heard gun shots echoing down the hall way, we knew it was real. "Everyone get over to the corner, away from the door. NOW!" Ms. Smith's panic within her words made us shut up. Everyone ran to the corner and sat down. The room was really quite, like the sound of death. Someone had started crying, and I turned around and seen a really pretty girl, on of the "Queen Bees", was. We were are scared and for that moment, no one mind that they were close to me, even touching me.

We were quite for what felt like forever. All of a sudden we heard gun shots again. Girls covered their mouths, trying not to cry or scream. I shrunk down, hugging my knees. The guys in the class were trying to keep everyone quite. I heard screams as the sound of gun shots and braking glass came in to the classroom. A had reached through the shot out window, and opened the door. Two guys stood up and went to rush the guy holding the gun. Not smart. There was the sound of two gunshots, louder now that the person was in the room. The girls started screaming and crying, Ms. Smith had finally lost it. The two dudes that tried to rush the gunman, were now on the ground, bleeding from a single hole where their hearts were. For some reason, I wasn't as afraid as everyone else. I just sat there. The gunman pulled off his mask he had worn, revealing bright blue eyes, those that had belonged to the man that killed my family. An evil smile crept upon his crazed face, "Awww Raven." I felt my skin trying to detach from my body. Everyone was looking at me. I sat still as one tear ran from my eye. "You," I whispered harshly. He just stood there, smiling, "Call me Andy." He had the gun pointing at the other people. As Andy started to walk towards the kids the would scoot back and part for him. He was standing over me. "Don't try anything, anyone, or you all die," he tossed over his shoulder. NO one moved. Not even Cat. So they were all going to let this crazed gunman kill me?!? Assholes... I felt Andy slip his free hand under my right arm and he pulled me up. "Now don't fight me, or you get to watch me kill them too," he hissed on my neck. I pulled away. I seen Cat looking at me, with utter fear. I shook my head quickly. Telling her to not to do anything stupid. I felt Andy's grip tighten on my arm. I am going to have bruises after this, if I make it out. "No one try anything, or everyone goes," he spoke carefully and loud, like everyone was stupid. Great.

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