The 9th Hour

Kayla

3:15 to 3:40

I listen to Emilia talk next to me and also to another one of her friends, Jamie. Emilia Nowlin is my best friends since ever. She has long curly dirty blond hair and always has a smile on her face. She has deep blue eyes that look like waves are moving inside an ocean. Jamie Beckett, our other friend, has one of the weirdest eye colors in the entire school. It is like a grey but also green and blue. she has long brown hair but she sometime straightens it because she hates how curly it can get. We sit in the top row of the bleachers in the gym. I listen to Emilia and Jamie talk about the hottest guy in school as they start to play F~~~, Marry, Kill. They find that game fun. When I play they always think my answers are crazy, so I just stopped playing all together. I look over to the other side and see all of the boys ruff housing. The video game nerds point fake guns at each other a shoot it around.

I look towards the gym floor to see the assistant principal, principal, and all of the teachers. A few of the teachers try to stop the boys from yelling while the rest hide in the corner just staring at you. The students aren't the only ones who hate this system. I wish they had kept it the way it was with carpool in the same spot and kids just ran in the rain and buses in the gym. I look back in the boys direction and my eyes land on my brother's ex-girlfriend's step brother. He was a freshman while me and his sister were seniors.

When the bell didn't ring, for the end of 7th, we stayed about five minutes late before we all went straight to the gym. A few freshman were confused since the first day of school decided to have rain. They just followed the seniors, sophomores, and juniors trying to hide their worried expressions. Some clang to each other standing in one spot. When I was going to meet up with Emilia and Jamie, some freshman stop us. They pleaded for help. I took advantage of that moment. "Just follow the crowd. But if you don't. I hope you enjoy your friendship. For now." They had yelped and one looked like she was going to cry. I patted them on the shoulder and left.

I now stare at those exact two girls, holding on to each other tighter then before. That was when it happened. One stroke of lightning and the entire girls side of the gym screamed. The boys were laughing on the other side. I stand up, leave the spot I am at and go to the bathroom. I stand in the bathroom and wipe my face. I move the skin under my eyes to try and rid my face of the so noticeable bags. I have been so stressed lately, I haven't been able to sleep. My parents yelled at me to sleep more and not stay up playing the piano. It sort of removed my stress of school by replacing it with stress of writing a new song or learning a new song. I love music.

Another lightning shocks and the lights begin to flicker. I peep out into the dark gym as the lights flicker on and off like in the middle school lunch room, all the time. The phones begin to turn on and the tears of the freshmen grow louder. A few I could recognize as Karma, Tessa, and Janice. They were all sisters and very popular in there freshmen class. I saw them right on the edge of the seat pushed together. The oldest, Janice by five seconds, was in the middle. The youngest, Karma by three seconds, was on the right of Janice and had head head face down on her dress. The other was looking around the room to all the kids by her. I go back in the bathroom and fixed my hair. I take it out my plain ponytail and flip my hair. I gather it all together and wrap it into a messy bun.

I hear the jingle of chains. I press my head against, but quickly pulled it away. There was something sticky. I grab some toilet paper, wet it in the sink, and wipe the wall. I toss it into the garbage can and put my head against the wall and listen.

Through the wall I hear a chain being wrapped around. The girls bathroom was right by one of the main doors. The noise was soon drowned out by the sound of the rain and thunder.

I then hear a very distant sound. A sound that echoed all the way around the bathroom. The main doors in the front of the gym slamming open. I look into the mirror trying to picture what happened. That was when another noise reverted around the walls. Then another. And a few more.

I hear footsteps coming up to the bathroom door. Not walking but running. Then the noise again. The noise of a gunshot. I slowly peep the door open to see the body of one of the geeks. With blood dripping down his chest with a bullet wound in the middle of his chest.

I look up to see the black pistol and follow the hand to who is holding it.

The brown spiky hair and the opal blue eyes gave away who it was. The way he stood revealed exactly who he was. The person meant to be a senior, but was expelled for bashing a kids head into a locker on the last day of school, last year.

I close the door and slide down on it and put my head in my hands.

In the corner of the gym floor there were about ten students and teachers. some living some dead, all staring up at him.

My twin brother, Kyle Mortan, holding a pistol, waving it around like it's some pointer finger.