Only forty minutes left of class. Cameron knew what would happen in this amount of time. Two parts. The first twenty minutes would be spent in fear. The next twenty would be spent on the letters.
Cameron said a prayer in her head. She never went to church, she didn't know if God was real, but she decided to leave a message in the wind, one that couldn't be sent as a letter. She prayed that it would all be okay, that nobody would be sad, that nobody would worry.
The bell rang four times, meaning the end. Not the end of class, but the end of Cameron's life. The students went to hide in the corner of the class while Mrs. Park locked the door, blocked the windows, and comforted the students. Cameron was frozen. The plan was to go with her class in the corner, but she remained sitting at her desk awaiting the arrival of the person who would be given the twentieth, most important letter; Her brother.
Twenty letters will be read, but the writer of these letters will be...
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Twenty Letters (Short Story)
Short Story"Something's gonna happen today. I can't prevent it, but don't stop me when I do what I'm going to do. And after it's all over, gives these to everyone. Don't ask why, it will all be explained in there." A lockdown has been announced at Berkley High...
