Warnings

   The cold classroom was almost completely silent, which rarely ever happened. The only sound that could be heard was the buzzing of the air conditioner, pumping even more cold air into the already freezing room. Something was very, very wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that was growing on the base of my neck. 

   I could hear the Security guards radio from down the hall. I couldn't hear what the crackled voice on the other side said. 

   There a loud bang that echoed through the classroom, and I stood up, to do God knows what. My heart beat took over my ears and became the sole noise I heard as fear took over my body. That was when I saw the book that had dropped on the floor. 

   The class seemed to break out of their silent trance, and get back to their normal volume levels. 

   Feelings and warnings of danger, made me jumpy all day. I didn't tell anyone about them, because, why would I? Who would care? But as the end of the day approached, the feeling didn't go way. 

   "Lock down, lock down, lock down!" A voice said over the intercom. Kids filed over to the corner of the classroom, as the lights were turned off and the door was locked. My breathing seemed to get heavier and my heart beat took over, and pulsed through my ears again. 

   I barely heard the voice thank us for participating in the lock down drill. 

   'Shut up.' I thought to the red flags going off in my brain. 'You have done nothing but made me jumpy all day long, and you haven't been right so go away.' 

   The breathing down my neck that wanted to keep me alert seemed to fade away, but not completely. I felt relief wash over me, as the bell rang, and I took a deep breath walking out of the classroom. 

   My eyes stayed, trained on the white, polished, tiles, as I walked down the hallway, thinking of how stupid my fear was. But even now, I was jumping when ever someone made contact with me as they rushed past to get out of there. 

   I looked up to see if I was close to the door, when I came face to face with the cold, dark, metal. Immediately I knew that this was what had been warning me all day. 'I tried to tell you.' It seemed to say. 

   That fear for my life, was the last thing I ever felt. That dread, for not listening to all the warnings my brain was sensing was my last thought. And the trigger being pulled, was the last thing I ever saw. 

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Yeah, this was wild, and I did write it during school. I might turn this into a full fledged book. Or at least the back story of a book.