A public school in California was attacked by terrorists and only seven of the students survived through a secret anti- organized crime. The seven students were placed between two options: death or joining.
The seven students didn't have a choice ex...
As I sat at my desk, I glanced at the object on either side of me. On my right there is a notebook with a blank page. Waiting to be filled with words and ideas. On my left there is a pen with a spoon tip. Ready to glide on the paper. I pick up the pen and start writing, letting my imagination run wild. I write about my dreams, my fears, my hopes and my memories. I write about the word, the chair, and the present. I believe that writing was not just a way of memorizing facts and events, but a way of making sense of them and giving them meaning.
In the classroom the teacher is electing an algebra. The four walls are painted and adult page color with posters of famous mathematicians and formulas. The two windows let some sunlight, but also the noise of their traffic outside the door is closed. The two boards, one white and one black, are covered with equations and graphs. The six lamps hung from the ceiling, cast a harsh light on the desks and chairs. There are 24 seats in the classroom but only 23 students. This is due to Josephine skipping the class and leaving an empty spot in the back row.
And here is me, a girl who fears life itself.
So, for the longest time I just kept running away as far as I could.
I ended up on the other side of the world, escaping to the place that is the exact epicenter of life. It is so loud out there, that I'm not able to hear myself. And for some time, it felt good.
I am so focused on my writing that I barely hear the noise until it is too loud to ignore. I put down my pen and raised my face when I heard Margaery, my colleague, shouting at Harry, the office bully.
"I swear to God, if you come near me again, I will burry your head in a hole" she says, her voice fierce and defiant. She shoves him away with such strength that he tripped and fell on the floor. I am impressed by her. She always stood up for herself and others. She was called brave and powerfully built. She didn't let anyone mess with her, she just did her job. She was admirable.
"Margaery, now, go to the principal's office" Miss Sophie, our math teacher, says sternly. She had seen the whole thing and was not happy.
Marg shrugs and Grabbes her bag, walking out of the door without a word. I watched her go, wondering what had happened.
Miss Sophie is furious, and her expression is priceless. Everyone burst into laughter. She is on the verge of freaking out. I cracked up.
Marg walked with confidence. As if she owned the place. She is dressed in black from head to toe. A striking contrast to her pale complexion and blue eyes. It sparkled like Sapphires, drawing everyone's attention. Her shiny hair flowed down her back, like a river of ebony. She is stunning, and she knew it.
I am curious about Marg destination. Will she really go to the principal's office? Or will she just wander around the school? Maybe she would sneak out and go home. I decided to forget about what happened for now and concentrate on math with Misses Sophie.
I have a strong dislike for math. But I am surprisingly good at it. I always got high Marks and solved the problems quickly. I also have a knack for science, especially physics and chemistry. I enjoy experimenting and discovering new phenomena. But math and science are not the only things I am good at. I am also an avid reader, devouring books on various topics, from history to philosophy to literature. I have a passion for music playing the violin and the piano. I have a hobby for languages speaking fluently, German, English, French and Italian. I have a knack for logic, analysis and problem solving. I can spot patterns and connections that others miss and come up with ingenious solutions. I am curious about everything and always eager to learn more. People always call me a genius.
I am inspired by the learning habits of Einstein. Constantly questioned everything, allows his thoughts to wander. Have well-rounded interests, figured out how he learned best, surrounded himself, is brilliant and educated people, and found his learning faith.
But then. Something strange and terrifying happens. We hear a loud bang, like a gunshot, followed by screams of fear and pain.
Then we hear. Shouts of anger and confusion. It is chaos. In the classroom, everyone is talking at the same time, trying to figure out what is going on.
Some are panicking. Some are crying, some are hiding under their desks. We don't know what to do. We are scared for our lives.
I felt my heart hounding. And my hands shake.
We hear more shots, more screams. More shouts? I wonder if we will ever get out of here.
"Oh... Oh my god, we're going to die" lily whispers, sobbing quietly.
"No... oh... I'm having a panic attack" Sarah says, trying hard to breathe.
Everyone else is talking at the same time. Crying, shouting and panicking. I am thinking maybe I can survive this. Maybe there is a way out. I notice that on the floor that we are on right now, there are no gunshots. Maybe the attackers have not reached this level yet. Maybe we still have a chance. I grab my legs and try to walk toward the door, hoping to find an escape route. But when I am about to open the door, someone holds my hand. It is Sam, my best friend. He looks at me with fear and concern in his eyes. He is scared and so am I.
"What are you doing?" he says with concern. "Are trying to kill yourself?"
"Sam we're going to die anyway so... I'm not going to hide here forever," I say wondering if I'm not getting ourselves killed "they are going to come here next, we must go, hide. Sam they are not on this floor yet, come with me."
"Okay then, okay you're right." he says
We are running out of the classroom, not knowing where to go. We only know that we must avoid gunshots. He holds my hand and stares at me with his pure brown eyes. He gives me a smile that is meant to reassure me. But I am terrified, I can still hear the screams and the shots echoing in my ears. We sprinted through the corridor, dodging people and objects.
We finally reached the chemistry room. It is a large room full of lockers on all sides, stuffed with chemicals and equipment. There are also tables and chairs scattered around. We hope that we will be safe here.
It wasn't the best idea to hide, it was easy to find us. At the end it's a closet, everyone hides in a closet. But there is no other choice.
Sam opened a closet, a normal one not a large one.
"Here you go," he whispers "hurry, enter." I can see the fear in his eyes, though he is trying his best not to show it, to not make the situation more tense. I am crying like a baby who didn't change the diaper for a year, it is out of control. If they come to this floor, they will catch us just because of the sound of my crying.
"Sam... promise you won't leave me" I say before I enter the closet.
"I promise" he nods.
I get in the closet, and he closes the door of it, my heartbeat is million.
I am overwhelmed by fear and doubt. Will I survive this? Will the police arrive in time to rescue us? Will we be killed before they got here? Will I get shot? Will Sam abandon me? And who are those attackers? Are they terrorists? Monsters.
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