Who shot Mr. Orbison? Chapter 1

Chapter 5

“Is there a serial killer in the school right now?” I whispered terrified and hugging my arms around me. 

“What in the fuck-“ Jeff gasped, mouth gapping.  Tucker was shaking his head in disbelief and Max and Michael were looking away, obviously scared but not knowing what to do. 

“Should we try the locker rooms for a phone?”  I suggested. 

“Hell no.  That psycho could be in there.”  Jeff whispered backing out around to the entrance, eyes glued to the body.

“Shouldn’t we see who it is?”  I questioned the group.

“Yeah, go on over there Andrea.  Have a nice fuckin’ funeral.”  Max sarcastically whispered. 

We decided to keep on our search.  About another twenty locked classrooms and main office later I remembered the emergency exits in the gym.  The ones near the body. 

“Hey guys…” I started.  None of them stopped walking, determined to get to the other wing of the school hoping some teacher was absent minded and left a room unlocked.

“Guys!”  I spoke more loudly.  “What about the emergency doors in the gym.  Could we of gotten out of them?  The exit only, no enter from outside ones?”  I was pretty proud of myself for remembering them, it was the quickest way in from the track if we put a bag in the way to keep it open. 

“Um…we’ll try it on our way back if nothing else is open.” Tucker smiled supportive of my idea.  He was a solid guy, broad shoulders, narrow waist, thick arms and just had a look to him that was laid back.  He had put his hat on forward now, just tilted up a bit for better vision.  I must have been staring at him because I slammed right into Courtney.

“Hey bitch!  Watch where you’re going!” She yelped.  The group had stopped at the cafeteria.  It was wide open, the door to the ovens was closed, probably locked, the bathrooms were glowing off to the left side and it smelled of damp rags.  I loathed the cafeteria.  It was such a popularity contest and rat race to the hot lunch line that you could never really enjoy your lunch.  So I just drank water and sat with my track friends to avoid any drama. 

“Where should we look in here?” Max questioned.  Jeff ran over to the doors to the kitchen ovens and rattled them aggressively.

“FUCK!!”  He screamed in desperation. 

“I mean, my mom’s gotta come over here to pick me up at some point.  When I don’t answer my phone and don’t show up after five she’ll come check.  Right?”

“Not if she see’s its all dark and locked up sweetie.”  Tucker informed me.  “Worst case scenario we stay the night.  I mean the staff will be in tomorrow to open the school, we’ll get help then, we just have to survive the night.”  Tucker explained to the rest of us.