Stereotypes

2.2

Lrya

I was in PE, running the fucking mile, when we heard gunshots. We all stopped and turned to find where the noise was coming from. My teacher then spotted the man with the gun and told us all the go under the bleachers of the football field, but make it look like we were going to the baseball diamond. We started to jog away our heads slightly turned behind us, weary of the man with the gun. I then heard my teacher speak.

'Sir! Please put the gun down! These are students that have great potential to change the world! Think about that before you pull the trigger! This-!'

Then there was a gunshot. My teacher fell to the ground and our class started running as fast as we could to the bleachers. By this time he was following us and there seemed to be no point, but we kept running until the man finally spoke.

'Everyone stop or I'll shoot!'

No one moved.

'Good, now everyone get in a group and sit on the floor.'

We did as he told us to do. I put my knees to my chest as thoughts raced through my head. The man took out a walkie talkie and spoke into it.

'David, I got a whole class under the bleachers, get over here, I need you to babysit so I can get the plan started.'

We all looked at each other in fear. What was this plan? Who is David? When the other man, David I assume, came the two broke out in a conversation. David spoke first,

'Who are you gunna pick Kent?'

'Not sure..' Kent's eyes scanned our class, eyes moving across everyone until his finally landed on me.

'Her.' My heart stopped, 'Come here girl.'

I shakily got up and walked over to the man. He tied my hands behind my back and tied a cloth over my mouth. He then grabbed a hand-full of my aqua hair and ordered me to walk, and that's exactly what I did as my eyes started to water from fear and the pain from his harsh hands.

Guys, don't hate me. Plz. I kn0w th1s 1s b4d 0k4y. My mind works in mysterious ways. 'Their school gets shot down.' wow great idea mind. Anyway, enjoy!

-Europeanidiot