Harry
I look around at the other students in the room, all of them different in clothing and how they present themselves. I groan as the clock almost strikes 2:00 and class is almost over. I hate being here for reasons besides getting awards or helping new kids around school. What terrible event caused me to be here? Oh wait, i was tardy. Yeah, so my one mistake has me leaning against a wall in the main office with the other misfit toys. I fix my headband thats residing in a curly rats nest which i call my hair. Questioning the schools disciplinary system at the same time.
Everything after that was a blur. Cheesy, i know I live off of cheesiness. I live in cheese town of cheesevania.
Before I could place my hands back by my sides i felt the ground shake, pictures fell off the walls. People were toppling over each other. At first, it felt like an earth quake which made sense.
What didnt make sense was the fires and gunshots following it. My mind felt numb, I couldnt move, my body was a still frame in the chaotic movements. I could hear teachers yelling at the students to duck and cover, fat luck that will do. We are going to die, we are going to die. I kept repeating in my mind. I felt someone shake my shoulders violently. I look up and see a boy with an unfamiliar face wearing a basketball jersey.
He asked if I was okay. "Well who would be?" I replied
"I was just wondering because you are crying." The boy mumbled.
I brought my hand to my eyes and felt tears. Wow this is awkward. "Yeah I'm fine, just in shock mode from this" I said motioning to the chaos around me and the boy.
I suddenly felt someone tug at my arm and I saw a girl with pleading eyes point to the bomb shelter at the corner of the office and shouted "get in!"
I followed her actions and saw basketball jersey follow me. Once I got inside I noticed that all of the other students were in here. The shelter was very large, at least half of the size of the office and had food and flashlights and batteries neatly piled on some shelves. Im guessing that the food is old from the stamp on a box of crackers labeled "10 cents"
I took a seat next to basketball jersey, so far he seems like the only other sane person in the room. I saw a girl of upper popular status sobbing next to a boy lighting up a cigarette.
"What the hell are you doing?" I hear a feminine voice ask. I turn to see where the voice came from and to see if it was aimed towards me.
I see a girl with red hair and a cardigan staring at the boy lighting the cig.
"What does it look like i'm doing" he remarks flicking the flame on lifting it towards the cancer stick hanging in his mouth.
"Listen, I dont care what your lifestyle choices are but the oxygen supply in here is limited, so if you smoke, it will contaminate most of our breathable air. I like to live so dont be a moron and smoke in an closed environment" she sasses.
The boy lowers his lighter but keeps the cig in his mouth.
" feisty red." He says.
"Its rose to you jail bird" she replies. Disgust clear in her voice.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. Cass, my neighbor claps her hands loudly. Startling a few of us.
"Well now thats cleared up, and the fact that we might be here a while, lets get to know each other" she says. Earning collective groans from everyone else.
"Okay so I'm Cass." She starts, turning to basketball jersey.
"Liam" he says
" Harry" I spit
"Zayn"
The girl next to zayn was sobbing and wheezing, but I think that she said maddie.
" As you all know, Im louis"
" uhh umm" the boy next to louis studdered
"Whats the hells wrong with you mate? Dont know your own fucking name?" Louis tormented.
"Leave him alone asshole his names niall" zayn finally talks. Niall nods and looks down, embarrassed.
"Um Im rose but everyone already knew that"
It was silent again for a while after that. Other than the sounds of faint screaming outside the bunker and maddies constant crying which now was more of a dryheave. Its going to be a long day.
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HI GUYS SORRY I HAVENT UPLOADED IN 5EVER IT WAS JUST SCHOOL AND MY JOB AND SHIT SO I APOLOGISE FOR THIS SHITTY CHAPTER BUT WHATEVER. Love
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Fanfiction"The only people you can Trust in High School are losers" Here lies the tale of 8 high school kids, what started as a typical high school story ends with these 8 kids learning that theres more to life then labels. *Inspired by the breakfast club*
