The 9th Hour

Kayla

3:41 to 4:00

I sit back in the bathroom. Knowing there is no hope. I knew he had returned. I was hoping he would sit with me to wait for mom. I knew how the whole system worked. So I thought about that. All students are gathered into the gym on the rainy days. The kids who drive have to then sign themselves out and then can leave. The rest either wait for their parents or the buses. The bells hadn't rang today so some teachers weren't prepared when they found out the bells were off and in the middle of them teaching when they got an email telling them to let the students go because the storm messed up the bells. Well all the students went to the gym but couldn't leave if they drove because no teachers were there they were picking up books and the crome books we are provided. But when they finally all arrived, before anyone could leave the firing began. 

Great I didn't want to think about that. I take the chance to peep out the door. He had just shot another kid but by the main doors. There was so blood splattered on the window, I could barely make out the face of the girl looking out shocked. Wait, a girl! She slowly backed up with her hands over her mouth, shacking her head. She was probably crying. She was starting to back out of my view of her when right before she left, a guy caught her and held her. He looked through the window right at me. He looked shocked but serious. I mouthed SOS and he gave a little stout nod and looked down to the girl. They then left. Hopefully to get help. I close the door and lean against the wall again.

I recognized the guy as Evan Zimmer. Everyone knew him. He was popular, but also not. He never really hung out with the football players or the cheerleaders. He was more for the lower class of the school. Nerds, geeks, bookworms, weirdos, or the people who just stuck out from the rest. As I saw it he sees it that the people that are different are better. And I agree. 

It took a while to figure out who the girl. The only girl Evan ever holds like the way he held her gave away her identity. Jessica Delman. That also gives away how they got out of being in the gym. It was thundering and everyone knew that Jessica has anxiety. Bad when reading book, worst when storming and horrible when thundering . Now the bad part is she is in my english and she did leave. She was reading some book I didn't recognize when she left, short of breathe. So thundering, storming, and she was reading, so I can believe it being hard. Not that I am judging her. I feel bad for her, but she hates pity. 

So now our lives are in their hands. I can live with hat. For however long I live if they don't hurry. I listen to outside and hear shuffling. I look out again and see he was making everyone get by the stage. OK, if you don't know how the gym is let me brighten the path. The is the main door in the front. There are two storage closets on the side. In the middle of the gym, there is the basketball area, whatever the sports jocks call it. Then there is five rows of bleachers on each side. The directly across from the main door there is a stage where the drama club does their plays. then on the right side of the gym there is the girls dressing room. The bathroom I am in right by the door to the bathroom. The same is like that on the right but for the boys. There are doors in the back of each dressing room for when we go to the track. Then on the wall right next to the bathroom on the both sides there is a door as well. The main door and the side doors all are grey and green, matching the bleachers, with large windows in the middle. The back doors in the dressing room are green with the school symbol in green on it. From each of the dressing rooms there are steps that lead to the stage. 

There. Happy? There is the gym for you. Hope you understand. Now back to what you have missed. All of the kids were up against the stage, some right by me. The injured were in front of the boy's dressing room and so were the scared. Right on the edge a kid was trying to hide texting on his phone. "Well. Well. Well. Texting your mommy for help?" 

Kyle's voice rang through the gym like poison. The kid dropped his phone and shook his head faster then the phone hit the ground. "Oh. To bad. I think I saw you texting you mom." He bent down closer and his eyebrows furrowed to intimidate the kid. "Yes." the kids voice was shaky and scared. 

Kyle straightened up and clicked his tongue three times, moving his pointer finger to the opposite dies each time. "That deserves punishing." He raises the gun and shoots the kids hand. The kid yelps and begins to put pressure on it. Kyle then starts making his way towards the bathroom closest to him. The bathroom I am in. I close the door as I hear his foot steps past. He then goes up the steps to the stage. I peep out again and listen to his voice. "OK? Hello. Are y'all all good students." No one answers. "Good. Y'all catch on fast. I speak you all shut up. Right?" Silence. "Very nice. No I will ask once and only once. Now this is a question that you will not answer with you mouths." He shows by putting the tip of the gun over his lips like you would do with your finger. "This is determined over your actions. Bring forward Kayla Mortan and Luke Downy."