Hide Or Scream

8:50

1st period Science 8:45

"Hey um, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Harley asked while still frantically searching her bag for one. "Oh, yeah of course." Answered Luke handing her a pencil. Harley didn't say anything just nodded and smiled. She had always been sort of concealed when it came to talking to people, unless she needed something of course.

She had her group of friends but, calling them normal would be a stretch. She would do anything to protect her friends, which is why everyone steered clear of her except for her friends. She constantly wanted to rebel, and today wasn't any different. Harley looked down at the gun in her bag. At 8:50 her and her friends would have all the power they dreamed of. Trinity, Gia, Coleton, and Luke all were in on the plan. Sociopathic? Maybe. Harley glanced back at forth at the clock. Maybe this wasn't a good idea but she was gonna do it anyways. When the teacher walked in, which was at 8:50, luke was gonna pull the fire alarm, and the games would begin. The teachers in Waterloo were known to party at nights, so reflexes would be slow.

Harley glanced at the clock again, seconds ticked until 8:50. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The fire alarm let out a piercing scream as the lights began to flash. Mr. Jones burst through the door like usual and threw his papers on the desk before he realized the fire alarms were sounding. Harley inhaled sharply, reached into her bag and pointed the gun under the table. Squeezing her eyes her finger searched for the trigger. 3, 2, 1, pull. Before she could even blink, Mr. Jones was on the floor blood pooling around him. She could hear three other gunshots ring out and knew it was time. She turned around to see her classmates stunned faces. As she cocked the gun again, she spoke "Give me your fucking phones, right now." Walking down the rows she snatched the phones. Counting in her head she made sure she had everyones phone. She walked to Mr. Jones and took his keys, putting the phones in a drawer by his desk and locking them. She glanced back at the desks, realizing there was a corded phone on the counter. She grabbed scissors from her bag, and slashed the cord on the phone. She wanted to make sure she cut off any, and every form of communication. Turning around to face her peers, she reached on her back pocket pulling out the list they had made yesterday. Clay, Jen, Everett, and Lillie. Bang, Bang, Bang, bang, the sound was horrendous when mixed with the fire alarm. With every shot she turned away. She hated this but she couldn't turn back. She walked towards the door, but before she left she remembered the computer. She didn't have time for this, at all, but she knew she wasn't going to make any mistakes. She walked over to the computer and grabbed the stapler. Flinching she bashed the computer screen with the stapler. Her eyes flickered towards one of her old friends Mai, tears were dripping out of her eyes as she stared back at her. Harley cleared the image from her head and walked back towards the door.

Walking out she slammed the door shut and locked it. Walking down the halls she checked every room to see where Heather, Coleton, and Luke had been. She continued to walk slamming her foot into lockers as she went. She might as well destroy some of it while she was at it. She glanced down the corner and saw the dean on the phone. She bolted around the corner trying to make her way to the office. She knew if she tried to be sneaky that she would be caught. The door to the deans office was locked and she knew there was no other way then to shatter the glass. She contemplated breaking the glass in her head. "Fuck it I already killed 1 person." She murmured as she began to run towards the glass window. Throwing herself into it, the glass shattered with one jump. Glass slashed all over her, leaving blood dripping from her arms. She lurched at the dean, ripping the phone from his hands. Mr. Pratt, also know as the dean grabbed Harley by the neck. At this point Harley had panicked. She was tough, but this tough? To fight the dean? Well she should've thought that through. Her vision started to go blurry when she heard another gun shot, this time just barely grazing her face. Mr. Pratt fell to the floor, as the tension around her neck was released. She turned her head to see Luke, covered from hands to elbows in blood. She had to do a double take before she decided to run out of the office.

No, no, no. She couldn't stop thinking about how much she hated this, how much she wanted this to stop. The blood on her hands, her favorite shirt, the Nikes Mai had gotten her for christmas. She had gone this far, and couldn't stop now. Five people were dead becasue of her, and she hated that thought. Nausea began to creep up her throat. Swallowing hard, she ran to the freshman academy. Obnoxious bright orange sticky notes on the doors marked where they had been. She couldn't take it anymore. She began scanning the walls for a red box. There it was, bingo. She ran toward it, pulled it down, then up again.

Silence it was, but the ringing in her ear would not subside. She dropped to the floor and began to sob as the gun tumbled across the floor with a thump. It felt as if she couldn't even move. Her legs felt stuck and her arms were going numb. Five people were dead, because of her. Ms. Jones kids, who went to the same school would no longer have a mother. She knew how that felt, and now put three other people in the same position. She would never live with herself. With the little strength she had left, she drug herself across the floor on her hands and grasped for the gun. Pushing her back against the wall she held the gun towards her temple, the cold metal sending goosebumps down her arms.
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