In a Flash

Chapter Two

Just kidding!
That was too much a fairytale and happy ever after. Here's the real story.
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I woke up super late the first morning of me being a senior. I meant to get up at 5:30 but instead I got up at 6:30 and I had to leave for school at 7. I started running around the house trying to find what I originally wanted to wear but instead I ended wearing faded skinny jeans, black converse, and an old graphic t shirt. Let's not even talk about my hair or make up. I grabbed my purse and ran out the door.
I get to school only to realize I grabbed the wrong purse. I meant to grab my black Vera Bradley that had my initials on it and had everything I could possibly need in it but I instead grabbed my black messenger bag that had absolutely nothing in it. At least I got to class on time but I was the last person in there so there weren't many seats to choose from. I find one and I walk towards it and sit down.
" Um... Sorry you can't sit there. " The leader of the popular girls said.
" And why can't I? " I retorted making sure I got the point across I wasn't moving.
" Because you aren't one of us. " she replied.
I tried my best to hold in my laughter. Who would want to be one of them anyways? If you lit a match within 10 feet of their hair it would catch on fire and their faces are caked in make up.
I just rolled my eyes and the teacher walked in.
" Hello everyone. " the teacher said smiling. It was almost kinda creepy.
" My name is Mrs. Alford. "
Wait... Did she just say Mrs. Alford?!?!
No no no. I'm suppose to be in Ms. Welling's history class. I was frozen I didn't know what to do so I just sat there perfectly still hoping no one would notice the look of panic in my face.
I then began to realize all the people around me were sophomores. I saw a few juniors but no seniors. I hoped no one would realize I was a senior who was in the wrong classroom. I raised my hand and asked if I could go to the nurse. She asked why and I gave her the look. You know.... The look you give other girls when you are having womanly problems. Even though I wasn't having any and she let me go and I went to go find Mrs. Welling's class.
I was walking down the hallway and I looked at my schedule then realized my error. I thought it said room 103 but it said room 183. I went back and forth in my head wether I should walk into Ms. Welling's class or just skip first block. No one would notice. I'm not super well known or " popular " I guess you could say I just kind of fit in and try not to stick out.
I decided I'm just gonna sit in my car and wait for first block to be over so I don't cause myself to get more attention then I've already brought on myself.
I sat on my phone in the car for awhile. I listened to my music and checked all of my social media accounts. I looked down at my phone and saw it was about 2 minutes till the bell would ring so I shut off my car and went to the front door and I tried to pull the doors open but they wouldn't for some reason. I tried all the other doors but they wouldn't either. My school never locked the doors during the day because it's just a bother to have to let someone in every time someone was at the door. The only time they ever locked them was to keep something out or maybe to keep something in. The I saw what they were trying to keep in. Sebastian. Sebastian was Mrs. Alford's son. Popular, good looking, smart, and got basically whatever he wanted. I look at his hands and then I saw it. He had a gun. I don't know what his intentions were. It's his senior year and why would he ruin it for whatever he was ruining it for.
He turned and looked at me and I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I started running. I heard him trying to open the door but it wouldn't open. Then I heard a gun shot followed by a scream of a fellow student. I looked down and there was blood coming from my thigh. I didn't feel it at first because of adrenaline and if I didn't look down I probably never would've noticed.
I felt my body go numb. I had just been shot and I can't stop running now. I pulled my phone out and dialed 911.
" 911 what's you're emergency? " I heard the dispatcher say.
" Please, please come help! " I said almost screaming.
" Ma'am what's your problem? Can you tell me where you are?? Is someone with you? "
" I've been shot in the leg by a shooter who's rampaging through the school. I don't know what he wants and what he's going to do to get it. Please, I'm at North Park High School. Please hurry! " I said and now I can feel the pain in my leg. It's almost unbearable.
" Okay. We are sending someone right now. Please stay on the line. "
But right then I passed out from pain and blood loss. I passed out in the middle of the parking lot.