"Hey Emma! I bet you can't beat me in an arm wrestle!" I hear my best friend, Carl tease from across the classroom.
"Oh please!" I say, laughing as I walk over to his school desk.
His arm sits on the table, ready to arm wrestle. I put my arm on the table too.
"One...two...three!" We say at the same time as we start arm wrestling.
All of our friends say that we should date, but we're just friends. In fact, we were best friends since we were babies. Our moms were best friends since they were our age. We have a brother-sister type of relationship.
Suddenly, there's a loud scream from down the hall and a noise that sounds like a violent growling. Suddenly, there is a voice blasting on the PA system.
"attention staff and students! This is a lockdown! Go to your nearest safe spot! This is NOT a drill!"
My friend Jessica runs over to the door and locks it. Carl grabs my wrist and runs over to the teachers desk. We crawl under the desk and hide.
I start shaking. Is this a shooting? There wasn't any gun shots. What's happening? Is someone attacking our school? This always happens to other states, but this time it's happening to us.
I can hear the sirens outside. I hear yelling,
"Sir! Stop right there! Don't make me use this!" I hear one of the officers yell, and the growling again. Suddenly there is a scream full of agony, and a gun shot.
I put my hands over my ears. This can't be happening.
