Staring into the full moon with the beaming light blinding my eyes. The moon is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Blues, blacks, whites, and greys surrounding the sphere-like shape.I lie on my soft comfy bed still staring at the moon till I fall into a deep sleep. I wake up to see the rising sun lighting up my room with orange and yellow. My feet land on the hard wooden floors as a walk to my dresser.
My eyes feel like their glued shut, unable to open them. I lift my arms up to put on a clean warm sweater. My long legs elevated from the floor one by one while pulling up my sweatpants. I pick up my hair brush and start brushing my long, flowy blonde hair. I take a deep breath before I leave my room. I Enter the long hallway leading to the kitchen where I usually eat my food. This morning I'm just going to grab something and go. I slip on my pale white running shoes and walk out the door. I'm still eating my poptart when the bus came to pick the very few children on Allandale Rd.
" Good morning Anne," said the bus driver in a cheerful voice.
" Good morning, " I said with my mouth full of food. The kids already on the bus from O'Connell street are sitting quietly and patiently to get off. I sit close to the back where no one is. The leather on each seat is ripped in multiple places. All the springs underneath the foam are rusted and squeaky. Every time I try to reposition myself there's a somewhat loud noise coming from beneath me.
I listen to the O'Connell kids chattering about a crash on my street. The cars slamming against each other causing both drivers to pass away. Time goes by quick, the bus stops at the front of the high school I go to. Everyone else on the bus stepped off before me. I walked off the last stair waving the bus driver goodbye. I stand at the curb watching kids running towards the door. I start to walk with the crowd. Slowly we shuffle in the building. I walk to homeroom, room 145. I enter the class and sit near the back right. More kids step foot into the class. My teacher starts to greet us.
" Good Morning students my name is Mrs. Lennahan, I'm going to be your homeroom teacher for the rest of the year. Now I want you all to take your time on filling out this sheet " said Mrs. Lennahan. The class nerd Marcus, volunteered to hand out the sheets. As Marcus lies each page neatly on our desks, he comes up to me. I nicely take the paper from him while thanking him.
" Thanks" I say.
" Anytime for You" Marcus said in a flirty way. I was grossed out by his words. I sit there staring at my page. The words jumble as my brain pounds against my skull. The kid next to me is tapping their foot on the tiled floor. My surroundings are getting louder and louder. Talking, the birds, and pencils in contact with their papers. It's taking over me. I sweat from head to toe, my eyes are blurring.
The bell rings. My stress wears down just by hearing it. I stand up, fold my paper and I stick it beside my Math textbook. My bag stays comfortably on my shoulder as I walk to my next class. In my head I say " Room 113, where is room 113 again." I struggle to find the class. I tried asking people for help but they all were clueless. I walk further down the hall to come across a tall , old man that I've never seen at this school before. I look closely at him. He's wearing a plaid long sleeved shirt, beige Pants that cover up his ankles, and black dress shoes.
" Hello young lady, how may I help you?" asked the man.
" Would you be able to give me directions to room 113?" I ask.
" Right here " he says with a big grin on his face. He steps away from the door and the gold square plate hanging reads 113. I proceed to thank him as he unlocks the door to let me in. No one is inside the room I just entered. All the chairs are positioned evenly in front of each desk. They were also all the same colour of blue. Navy blue. Most of the lights were burnt out. And there was a chalkboard instead of a whiteboard.
I rest on a chair waiting for the students to arrive. They soon enough each run into the classroom finding a seat they're most comfortable with. I have no friends at this school so I don't care where I sit. My other friends are at Mapleview Heights living their life while I'm stuck in this hell hole. The odd looking teacher enters the class not looking so happy as he was before.
" Goodmorning, let me get straight to the point. I'm your geography teacher
Mr. Carl and you are the students you respect me when I'm speaking. Got it?" Asked Mr. Carl.
" Got it " the class said in a exhausted voice.
He proceeds to tell the class to take out our textbooks and open page forty three. I was a little confused because page forty three was in the middle of the third chapter. He asks students around the room to read the first paragraph.
" Geography is defined as the scientific study of earth's lands, its features, its inhabitants and the phenomena surrounding the ear-"
A gun goes off. My ears are ringing. Everyone is screaming as the teacher is yelling to get down. I get up and drop on the floor, my hands slamming against it. My head is pounding at the same time as I'm crawling to the rest of my class in the far corner. Mr. Carl gets up and locks the door as quickly as he could. My eyes go black , I start to sweat
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Non-FictionThis story is about the two perspectives about a school shooting. When reading you feel find out the true feelings one another has about the shooting. So let's find out what obstacles they go through on the way!
