10 Days//A.I. (Book 4)

*Day 1*

Kinsley's POV

I was sitting in my boring history class staring blankly at the board.

What's he even saying? , I wondered.

All the sudden, my teacher calls my name.

"Kinsley, do you know the answer?"

Shit.

"Um...The Great Depression?"

"No. It's the Dust Bowl. Pay attention next time." my teacher, Mr. Roger says.

Some people laugh at me, others give sympathetic looks.

Mr. Roger hates me, unless you couldn't tell already. For every other student, he lets them answer when they raise their hand. For me, he decides to call on me when I'm not paying attention.

I roll my eyes and huff, just watching the clock and waiting for the final bell to ring and dismiss school.

Tuesday's are so not my thing...

'We're five minutes from the bell!' I mentally scream.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarm starts ringing.

there wasn't even supposed to be a drill today??

Everyone starts panicking, knowing there wasn't supposed to be a drill today.

Most of my class is out the school doors, me rushing down the hallways behind them.

I hear a voice, louder than the others, but can't tell who it's coming from.

I'm having an anxiety attack. I'm too close to everyone, I can't even hear myself think, and my mind is going insane.

The front doors slam shut in front of only me.

Every other student but me is outside.

This can't be good...

The voice I heard earlier is suddenly more clear.

It's coming across the school's speaker system. They've got to be in the office, unless they hacked the system and are controlling it from somewhere else.

"Most of you managed to survive. What a shame on my part. There's about 20 of you still stuck in here. And I'm gonna make sure I kill every last one of you, since I couldn't manage to kill everyone." a deep voice booms.

The office is a few doors down from where I am.

I creep down the hallway and peek my head around the corner to look in the office, and do in fact see a man with a scruffy beard and black sweatshirt.

Well I guess it's kinda good news that he can't hack into things well.

I feel like crying, knowing I'm trapped in this situation with no way out.

But somehow I know that now isn't the time to cry.

I stare for too long, I could've taken this time to hide, but instead I watched him.

And now he's starting towards the doors to the office.

"Shit!" I whisper loudly.