Do You Believe in God?

April 7, 2010, 9:17 a.m.

Mrs. Olly's class was always boring, but it seemed as though it was extremely boring today. Her monotone voice seemed to lack all emotion, if she even had any. I wish I was in Mr. Lewis's class right now instead. He always lets us sit outside on the picnic tables when it's warm.

I drank what was left of my water from the bottle, even getting the smallest drops. Maybe I could get out of Mrs. Olly's class a little earlier than usual.

I looked at the clock on the wall near Mrs. Olly's desk. 9:19. I only had one more minute. Thank God.

I turned my attention to the window near my seat. It was a beautiful day. The birds were out, and the flowers were in bloom. The outside world was a wonderful world of colors. I saw a strange car as well, but why look at that when you can look at a rainbow of colors

I looked back at the clock. 9:20. Perfect.

I raised my hand high in the air, signaling to Mrs. Olly that I needed her. Even though she showed no emotions toward us, she did acknowledge is when we needed her.

"Yes, Bailey?" She asked. She sounded as bored as I felt.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I answered. She nodded, and handed me the hall pass as I walked out of the room.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, not eager to return to Mrs. Olly's class. I ran my hand along the lockers, feeling the bumps and edges.

I arrived at the bathroom, and did my business. I hated school bathrooms, but I hated Mrs. Olly's class more.

As soon as I walked out of the stall, I heard the secretary's voice come over the intercom. "Teachers, please pardon the interruption." She sounded like she had been crying. "We ask that you go into lockdown mode. We have a Code Purple."

I had no idea what the hell a Code Purple was, but Mrs. Falls was crying. I had never seen Mrs. Falls cry. I don't think anyone ever has. A Code Purple must be horrible.

I had just finished drying my hands when I suddenly remembered the strange car in the parking lot. I knew every teachers car in this building; I sat right next to the window facing the lot. I've never seen that car in my life.

Mr. Lewis had a laminated print out of every code name used in the school. I swallowed. Code Purple meant that an intruder was in the building. Code Purple meant that no one was allowed in any classrooms with students in them, regardless if the person needing in was a student. Code Purple meant that I was all alone.

This couldn't be real. This kind of thing only happens in movies, books, or tv shows, not real life. Especially not my life. This can't be happening. I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming. I need to be dreaming.

What if he knows his way around the school?
What if he's an old member of the staff?
What if he has a gun?
What if he's not alone?
What if he comes in here while I'm here? What if he finds me? What if he hurts me?
What if he kills me?

I felt like I was suffocating. A million what ifs were swimming around in my head, but I couldn't help it. I was scared. I shouldn't be scared. I have no reason to be scared. Someone must've called the police already. Help should be on the way. Help has to be on the way.