Who shot Mr. Orbison? Chapter 1

Chapter 3

“Oh my God!” Jeff jumped up and ran over to him, “Who shot Mr.Orbison?!” He shouted looking around at all of us.

We were all still sitting in our seats.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  Who had the gun?  I pushed myself into the corner of the room as far as I could and opened my eyes as wide as they would open.

“We’ve got to call for help!” Max cried jumping out of his seat. “ I’m going to go find someone in the main office!”  And he was out like a bolt running down the hall.

“Is he dead?” Micheal Rich blurted out not moving from his seat.

Jeff shot him a grotesque look, “Why did you shoot him you fricken psycho?!”  Jeff spat accusingly.

“Fuck no.  I just didn’t know if he was really dead.  I’ve never seen a dead body in real life.” Michael retorted flatly brushing some of his long hair from his eyes.

“We all need to get the fuck out of here!  This is crazy!”  Jeff shouted trying to instruct us to leave.

I picked up my bag and threw my books in it not caring how they went in.  I looked over at Tucker.  He was staring at me. 

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Waiting for you, I’m following you Dray.”  He stared at me gravely.

“Well I’m getting the hell out of here!” I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed for the door.  Just then Max could be heard running back towards us shouting.

“Guys!  Guys!” He exploded in the room panting.

“Something’s fucked!”  He shouted trying to catch his breath.

“What Max?” Jeff prodded.

“Everyone’s gone!  Not even any practices going on.  The parking lot is empty and..huh…huh…the whole parking lot is empty....  It’s a fucking ghost town here.  No one was in the main office, it was all locked up”

“Weird.”  I blurted out, furrowing my eyebrows and pulling myself backwards in disbelief. 

“Well they probably left because of the storm.”  Michael interjected motioning to the pouring rain and darkness outside.  This was one of the worst storms I’d ever seen, I’d never seen the sky so black before 5pm.  I happened to look over at Mr. Orbison, his corpse hunched over his desk, motionless, blood starting to coagulate around him.  It was so surreal, I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Tucker put his arm around my shoulders and asked Max- “Hey Maxxy, are the doors still unlocked?”

“No.”  Max responded quickly.

“What the fuck!” Jeff screamed.  “Why didn’t you tell us that Max?!” Jeff shouted angrily at him.

“I don’t know I was going to but then-“ he was cut off by Jeff.

“How in the fuck are we going to get out of here?”