We were preparing for our lunch break ten minutes before the expected bell. People were zipping up their backpacks, returning the books to their places and starting disorganized conversations. Even the teacher was checking his Facebook page. I, sat quietly with my backpack hung on my shoulder, my shin resting in my hand, and my eyes threatening to close.
Still, I was desperate and exited for lunch. With two months worth of savings, I managed to earn enough to buy Cameron a present. Today's his birthday and I got him a Vinyl player. Since cam is such a geek for good ol' classic rock, I knew he would enjoy this. Now his vinyls will have another purpose than just lying there for his conscious to be proud of. I squeezed the wrapped box inside my back pack, where it barely fit.
But being the deeply anxious person I was, I always worried for any little detail. For that reason, today felt like a really uneasy day. My feelings toward it pretty much matched the sky outside, with the dark clouds, and the lightning, and the mugginess. I felt as if my stomach was eating itself and then was chocking on it afterwards. This weird dizziness, that would make me sway for a second, happened to me whenever I was nervous. Right now there wasn't anything to make me nervous about. Sadly, I thought so too soon.
It was a loud sharp echo what sucked the noise away like a vacuum. Although I had never heard a gun shot, I already assumed it was. And apparently, I wasn't the only one. For I had looked around to find only blank faced, wide eyed, and motionless students.
The teacher snapped out of his trance. He looked at us with a brusque, worrying gesture.
"You've been in drills! Get cover! What are you waiting for!" Mr. Olivo hissed, huddling us as if we were farm pigs.
I stumbled weakly into my feet to see that all the good spots were taken. A voice yelped within me at the hearing of more shots and banging. Now closer than before. They didn't stop. Every second you could hear multiple of them. I could tell that there were a lot of them, because the shots seem to be from all over the school.
No one knew where to put themselves. As everyone else, I knelt at the left side of the room, where beside the door, was a long big desk that reached the far wall. Our emergency drills consisted of us getting under that desk. Even though not everyone fit there.
Familiar voices who never shut up, expressed their thoughts in questions, whines, sobs, and shrieks. A little late, the intercom noised a sound warning us of said emergency. It was useless, though. It hadn't even finished when the door swung open. A lot of 'Oh my god's and 'Fuck's were thrown out there, but the two men didn't move a facial muscle.
Mr. Olivo, was standing, and as a teacher was supposed to, I guess, he approach them. The men seemed like they knew what they were doing, for they had not stuttered a 'Move and I'll shoot you' warning, nor hesitated when they shoot him between the eyes.
"Oh my god!" yelped a girl.
"Why are you doing this!?" asked a boy in sobs.
It was a horrible sight that made you close your eyes in reflex. I felt a horrible pounding in my chest as I saw where he fell. A pool of blood dispersed from under his head. The kids around me wouldn't let out a peep now after that. Nothing but panting gave away that they were still there behind me.
The man who shot our English teacher looked to be in his mid-twenties. He had a shaved head and tan skin. His partner couldn't be any older than twenty, had light brown hair, and I noticed a bleeding cut on his lip. Both wore Fishtail Parka coats and black boots with black pants and shirts.
After acknowledging the symbols on their arms, I became horrified with the idea that they were these real evil guys in a super evil organization. I stayed still and looked up from my spot in the front. I locked glances with the younger guy. He held it for a moment with a disturbed, unsettling look. He paced towards his partner to whisper something to his partner. Lightning struck, and through the windows flashy brightness made the hair on my neck rise.
What I thought he said was 'Hey, that girl would look cute on the news', or something like that because the next thing I felt was a blow of darkness.
