With a new addition to our group, but also a loss, we kept going. None of us kew what was going to happen, but I didn't want to know.
BANG. Jonah and I jumped. We looked at eachother, but kept going. I knew another person had lost their life.
We approached a large glass door, and an idea popped into my head.
"We could jump through the glass door! We'd be safe, and away from the school!" I suggested.
"Great idea!" Jonah said.
Without thinking, I jumped through the glass door, but bounced back with a thud. Guess the glass was thicker than I thought. I got up, embaresssed, and hoped Braden wouldn't say anything about it.
"Are you ok?" He asked. "Fine." I replied, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"Alright..."
That was no longer an option. Well, better find another way.
YOU ARE READING
Armed
Historical FictionImagine your worst fear. Now multiply it by ten. That's what Lucy is experiencing. Divorce, friend drama, middle school, and even worse: Terrorists. Trying to save her only friends, how will she get out, and finally be happy?;
