My stomach floods with butterflies. His hands are soft and veiny. I sit there holding his hand for five minutes while the man on the other side of the door is pounding. My breathing starts to get heavy.
" Cam, If anything happens I hope you know that..." I say without even thinking.
" know what" he says.
"My geography notes are in my bag so if you need them then they're there" I say.
Oh shit what have I done, I love him. I love him so much. There's no going back. The pounding stops.
" Fine someone else will let me in a room" he yells.
I can't tell the man walked away because I could hear faint banging from 2 hallways down. The relief that came across me is unimaginable. I look beside me still holding tightly onto Cams hand. His face is scrunched up and he looks really scared.
" It ok Cam he's gone" I say to cheer him up.
I hear no reply. Maybe he's mad at me, but why? Outside is getting dark so it must be late. Everyone is not tired enough to fall asleep with a shooter on the loose.
" Mr.Carl have you called 911" Emily cried.
" Yes, the FBI is here" he says softly.
I lean my head on his shoulder and struggling to keep my eyes open.
" It's ok you can sleep, I'm here" he smiles.
My eyes shut and I fall into a light sleep still aware of my surroundings. My headache is going away since I started to relax. Everyone's so tense. So stressed. I feel my hair being stroked and combed. It's Cam I can tell from his soft fingertips. That just made me relaxed even more. The thing is the only relaxed part is my brain. Every other part of me is stiff and ridged.
I'm unable to move incase it makes a noise. Why can't I hear the pounding anymore? My eyes open and it's even darker then Before. I lift my head off his shoulder.
" How long was I asleep?" I ask Cam.
" Not long" he says.
We're still holding hands but not as tight as before. I look around and the writing on the chalkboard from before is still there. Wait what am I thinking it's not like someone would just decide to erase it. Mr. Carl stands up, and walks towards the door.
" I'm going to carefully look ok?" He whispered.
He unlocked the door and opens the door slightly. The lights are still on in the hallways so the bright yellow peaks through the crack.
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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!
