𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (Complete)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚝

This is it. This is the end.

Ｅｎｄ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ｅｎｄ

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭—

𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 (𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭)

A few hours later everything seems to turn into slow-motion as the police allow the teachers to pass the yellow tape. They rush up the steps like a stampede.

Mrs. Darson loses her wig in the hair-pulling.

Mr. Donald gets trampled beneath teachers' loafers.

And Sharleen shrieks like a banshee (an expression I know of but not of its meaning).

They really are a desperate bunch. Or maybe they're just thirsty for the tea on someone's demise.

And that someone happens to be me.

I sink onto a random student's backpack, setting my head in my hands with a sigh. All I can do is wait for my fate to arrive.

But to my utter surprise, the stampede returns, but not as excitedly as it left. In fact, they look more like a group of children exiting a candy store that had had no candy to give them.

But in this case, I suppose it would be more like the Mad Hatter with no tea at teatime. Yes, an odd analogy, but Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is an eccentric book. I won't go into how very bizarre it is (it is even more bizarre than many know), because I know I'm ranting and boring you.

Who is 'you'?

Myself?

I guess so.

Stop talking to yourself, Paris, you're sounding insane.

Karen the karen (as we sometimes call her) screams as she runs out of the school, "The footage! The footage! It's gone!" She proceeds to fall to the ground in a fit of sobs as her excuse for 'going all karen' (as we call her blow-ups) has been burned to dust.

Wait, the footage is gone—?

I jump to my feet and run forward, sliding under the yellow tape and bounding over to the teachers. "What happened? What do you mean the footage is gone?"

Before any teacher can reply (not that they want to; their devastation is too severe), my attention is turned to Collin, who is currently sweeping around from the backside of the school and blending into the crowd of students, parents, and lamas.

Oh, wait, only one lama.

WAIT, WHY IS THERE A LAMA?!

I suddenly trip on air and fall onto something, which I assume is the ground, but soon discover that it is not.