The Purge: School Time.

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Jerald was looking at the clock, tapping his pen against the desk. It was almost 3:00. He frowned. 30 minutes left of English.

"Jerald?" He looked up. Sir Edwin was looking at him. Looking... pissed off. "Can you please tell me what are the rules about this verb?
"Uh.. I'm not sure, sir."

"Well, maybe Jeus can tell us."

Whew. Not this time.

Jerald zoned out and started doodling.

Suddenly,

BOOM!

Everybody put their heads up and looked out the window.

2 trucks had seemingly busted through the gates and one was doing donuts around the oval.

The other had stopped and they could see someone holding a long tubular weapon.

An RPG.

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Frank was listening to Sir Edwin and was busy taking notes when they heard the explosion.

"What the hell?"

He turned around and saw Donn pointing out the window.

Holy shit.

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"Calm down! I need to call the police!"

Sir Edwin had taken his phone and was busy dialing the phone.

The entire class was standing up already and were taking their phones out. Some were recording, some were trying to contact others, some were just standing.

The man in the truck fired another rocket, into the grandstand. They could see all the people who were there.

Fwoosh.

Boom.

Screams could be heard from around the campus.

Pratatatatatatat-

The sound of automatic gunfire.
Everyone knew it from movies.

"-We're sorry. The number you are calling is busy at the moment. We-"

Beep.

"Guys, calm down. I'm sure help will arrive."

"Hey! Has anyone been able to contact anyone? Our teacher hasn't."

It was a nameless boy  from Jade. Standing in the doorway.

The sound didn't register until the boy was lying facedown, with a bloody entry hole matting the brown hair.

Standing behind him was a man.
A man in a plain white face mask and a beanie. Holding a .45 Colt pistol. Smoking barrel. Jerald had already identified it.

"W-Who are yo-"

Sir Edwin dropped to the floor, dead. You couldn't recognize him from the collapsed in head and the brains sprayed all over.

You scream, we all scream.

The man shot into the crowd, only stopping when the 5 bullets had run out.
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Iya had always sat closest to the doors. Be it luck or a good survival instinct.

When Sir hit the ground, she was already out the door.

Paris and Yco were also behind her.

Pew.

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The guard sat in the wooden stool, his right hand still on the record book. The pen had rolled out of his grasp and was lying in a small puddle of blood.

A small red dark hole lay in the middle of his forehead, a .38SPL shot straight out of a Colt Detective.

The window did no protection.

A blue Nokia rang silently in the corner, vibrating.