There was a loud bang, as if a trigger had been pulled. There were six of us hidden in a janitor's closet. We had rushed in here when the school alarm went off during passing period. Five minutes had now passed and the alarm finally turned off. We sat there quietly, trying to take sparing, quiet breaths.
One of the boys, Zack, got up and tried to open the door. "It's locked."
"Should I call the front office?" Lauren asked.
"No, that alarm meant there was a shooter in the school, we should wait here for a while." Logan said, crouching on the right.
The lights suddenly turned on. "And what if there isn't? I don't want to be in here for hours." Zack complained. He started pounding on the door.
The two other boys and girls yelled at him to shut up.
"It's locked!" He complained.
"Shut up, the shooter could be coming down this way." Logan hissed.
"There may not be a shooter! I'm calling the front office." Lauren said.
"Don't!" Morgan said.
The room went quiet for a little bit.
"Does anybody have food?" Zack asked.
No one responded.
Daniel opened his backpack and took out his drumsticks. He started lightly tapping them on the floor. Then it got louder, angrier, and soon enough his brown shaggy hair was swinging violently as he head bangs.
"Could you not?" Logan screamed.
The sound ceased and the silence continued again.
We sat there for another 30 minutes in tense quiet worry; everyone gradually took out their phones.
There was a gasp and Lauren put her hand up to her mouth. Morgan looked up from her phone.
"What?" She asked.
"The guy with the gun already shot someone."
"I knew that was a gunshot." Daniel muttered.
"Well where is the shooter now?" Morgan asked.
"No one knows. Everyone else is locked up in a classroom."
"I miss classrooms." Zack muttered.
"Shut up." Their voices echoed.
The whole room went quiet. Breathing couldn't even be heard. Everyone was waiting for another shot that could change our lives.
"Who do you think the shooter is?" Daniel asked quietly.
Again, no one answered.
"What about you? You haven't said a word." Zack said and suddenly all eyes were on me.
I gripped my book and looked up at the boy. My face turned a bright red, but I just smirked a little and look down.
"What's your name?" He asked again.
I didn't even look up that time.
"Leave her alone, she wouldn't be here if she had something to do with the shooting." Lauren said.
"You don't know that, she could be waiting for a sign. To kill all of us." Zack said. "You know, I've seen you around since we were in first grade and no one knows your name. Doesn't that make anyone a little nervous?"
The other kids laughed.
"This is ridiculous." Daniel muttered.
"Do you think we should leave now?" Morgan asked.
