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-Chapter 6: Pheobe-

April 29, 2024
Mrs. Murphy's class, History
Pheobe POV

Bang. Bang. Bang.

More shots rang out, distant screaming could be heard from down the hall. Mrs. Murphy shut off the light. "Stay down under the desks." She said as she went to the windows and closed the blinds.

"What's happening?" Kenna, A sophomore that was taking Freshmen History asks.

"I dont know." Mrs Murphy said. "But we will stay inside the classroom until we hear otherwise."

She asked a few students to come help her put desks in front of the door just in case something or someone came in. More shots rang out. A kid by me whimpered. The teacher told us to go to the corner of the classroom so no one could see us, which we did.

A bunch of phones started buzzing and kids pulled out their phones. I found out it was from all of our Instagram accounts, someone tagged us.

'Anonymous4756392 tagged a location you are always at.' The notification said

I opened the app and there was a post, a guy in a mask took a photo with a body, smiling.

"Today will go down in history as the worst school shooting after my favorite Influencers, the Columbine high shooters. #LOL #Schoolshooting #History #McCullumhigh #Columbine"

Kids start whispering and murmuring. "Shut up!" The teacher whispered at us as she came over.

"Let me see your phone Pheobe. What is wrong?" I showed her the post, the look of horror on her face, she got up from kneeling by me and went over to her desk where she picked up the phone and called someone. I texted my Dad.

'Dad'

He texted back a moment later. 'What's up Honey?'

'I think there's a school shooter in the building, call 9-1-1.'

'What?'

"There's shooter the shots are coming closer. Im so scared."

"Where are you? Are you safe? Are you alone?"

"Im in history class, I'm not alone, I think I'm safe but not for long. Dad Im so scared."

Just then another notification popped up from Quinn. "There's a shooter somewhere, tell the teacher. Where are you?" She sent. Dad texted again.

"Im in history where are you?" I texted but it wouldn't go through, I kept trying. Another text popped up from Dad.

"Come on sweetheart, I need to hear back from you. How close are the gunshots?'

"Somewhat far but they're getting closer. Help."

"Phones down." Mrs Murphy whispered "Please." Everyone put away their phones without arguing. More shots kept going and screaming.

A tear came down my face. Oh god are we going to die? The shots started coming closer. I was downstairs in the school by the main office.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A voice came over the speakers, "Staff and Students we are in a lock down. This is not a drill. Stay in your classrooms, This is an active shooter in the building. I repeat, there is an active shoo-" Bang! Oh my God!

A shot could be heard over the intercom, there were screams and even more shooting, and laughing. "Hello McCullum High." A different voice came over the intercom. "Yes Indeed I am shooting up the school." The person laughed.

"You should call your family and tell them you love them. You won't make it out of here alive, instead you will be carried out in a body bag." He laughed,More tears started coming down my face. "I will go to every classroom shooting until every one of the classroom, I was in."

He sighs. "And of course you guys will try to escape but I barricaded some of the doors shut, during the early school hours while everyone was in their classes, before Senior Celebration." He paused for a moment.

Another voice could be heard pleading to the shooter he laughed and said something to the person and a shot rang out, the person screamed. "That's what you get for snitching on me." I put a hand over my mouth trying not to scream as a tear came rolling down my cheek, He shot again. "That's what you get for never shutting up." The wasnt a scream or anything, the person was dead.

There was breathing over the intercom and the person laughed again. "Good Luck."

"Oh god." A boy said, the teacher told him to be quiet and then told us to grab something that we could throw at the shooter or harm the shooter. I looked behind me in a closet, and grabbed some scissors.

The shooting was even louder, there was shaking on the door like someone was trying to force it open. "Help me! Please!"

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The shaking on the door was more quick. I gripped the scissors harder. "Please! I'm not the shooter! He's coming!" Pleaded a girl and boy outside.

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The shooting was really close now and there were two thumps, some kids were crying, hard, so was I. Then there was screaming from next door as more shots came and then after a few minutes nothing. Some noises were being made as I think the shooter reloaded his weapon.

"Now Second up classroom A101!" That was my classroom. Oh no. There were shots as some classmates screamed, the shots were aimed at the door, a bunch of rounds went off, breaking of wood and glass.

The shooter grabbed some of the broken wood and tried to break it some off which did. He kicked and moved through the desk, as it fell onto the floor. Making a bunch of noise. As the shooter entered the classroom, he looked around until he saw where my classmates and I were. the kids threw some pencil, pencil boxes, and computers, I held onto my scissors. He laughed. "How cute. I hope you said your goodbye to your family. Goodbye Classmates in A101, Mrs Murphy's class."

He started firing at where we were at.

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