Her small soft hands meet with mine. I had no idea she would do that. I was not mentally prepared. I can feel her pulse on my palm. It's fast probably because I'm holding her hand right now. Wait who am I kidding there's a shooter running around of course it's because of that.
" Cam, If anything happens I hope you know that..." she says.
" Know what" I say, my mind is rushing with thoughts. This is the moment where I can find out how she feels.
"My geography notes are in my bag so if you need them then they're there" she says.
Oh, I was wrong.I was very wrong. Why would she like someone like me anyways. I'm a blonde haired jock. But why is she holding my hand? She would hold anyones hand right now I can just tell.
The knocking stops. The man yells but I'm too drained to even listen to what he has to say. I start to hear loud knock from far away. It kinda sounds like a whole bunch of gunshots. I scrunch up my face.
" It's ok Cam he's gone" Anne smiles.
I don't reply because what's the point she doesn't even like me anyways. I still hold her hand because it's comforting for me too. She begins to lean her head on my shoulder. I notice that she's trying to sleep but stress is not having it.
" You can sleep , I'm here" I say.
Her eyes stop fluttering. I just started to stare at her while she sleeps. I begin to stroke her silky hair. Her eyes open and her head lifts.
" How long was I asleep?" She asked.
" Not long" I say.
I loosened my grip a little while holding hands because my hand started to sweat. Mr. Carl gets up and walks to the door. Bends down eye level with the door knob. He unlocks the door , opens it and stays there for a good thirty seconds.
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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!
