Me and Mr. Garrickson were looking out the window because it was eeriely silent. that when we did, there were no cars nor people in sight, when someone else came through the door behind. When we turned around, it was Ms. Finnick.
"Lyla?" Mr. Garrickson said. "I thought you went home."
"I had work you know." She crossed her arms. Then she eyed me. "Is Dylan the only one here?"
"Well yeah, detention for beating up Chase." He glanced back. "Uh, but do you know what's happening? Why is everyone not out?" He pointed behind him with his thumb.
"The notification said that we have to stay indoors due to unforeseen circumstances." She rubbed her sharp chin. She was a science teacher. "We're lucky it's not a terrorist attack, but at the same time I'm not sure what it is. They just say it's dangerous."
Mr. Garrickson scratched his hair. "Damn... so we have to stay indoors and take care of Dylan?"
He eyed me. "Don't get me wrong kid, what you did to Chase ain't wrong, but you shouldn't use violence all the time."
"I-I'm sorry." I said. Mr. Garrickson was a gym teacher, so I like that he tried to be encouraging, even after what I did to Chase.
"Just don't mind it. It's all in the past now. Now we gotta focus on whatever the hell is happening now."
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The First Steps: Volume I
Historia CortaFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
