The Penny Worth Keeping (Not Continuing)

Chapter 2

At the WestSide Middle School, they practiced emergency procedures very often. From fire drills to tornados all the way to a tidal wave hitting the school (the school is no where near the ocean). You could say this school was prepared for everything, but they never really touched base on lock downs. Most students knew what a lock down was, but had never really learned what to do in that case. This was where WestSide faltered, and cost them it would.

Mrs. H's class heard gunshots, and it wasn't in their heads. Something was wrong. The teacher walked over to the classroom door, with her high heels clicking, and locked the door. She showed not the tiniest bit of fear on her face. The students remained quiet, not knowing what to say. Class resumed...

Next they heard someone scream, followed by some breaking glass. Something WAS wrong.

"Class." Mrs. H whispered, " Lockdown, now." She hurried to the lights, shut them off, and closed the window's curtains. The students found hiding spots in the classroom and quieted down. You would be able to hear a pin drop, or a rock smash threw the window. That's exactly what happened.

Muffled screams broke loose, people tried to keep their hiding spots secret. Two more rocks burst threw the windows, and three people came threw too. Dress in all black, equipped with guns, and bare foot, the people jumped into the classroom.

"Quiet or you're dead!" One said in a hoarse whisper. They moved threw the classroom and stopped in the doorway. After carefully unlocking the door, they glided into the hallway.

"Make sure none of them get out, if we need hostages, these are them." One of the gunman said, then two people left and one walked back into the classroom.

"Line up, now! Unless you want to die!" She says to the class who was still in hiding. Yes, she was a she.

The students shuffled into a line, with Mrs. H at the front. Mya Sweenie took the last spot in the line, closest to the back of the class, where the windows were...

The people in the class stood silently for at least thirty seconds before something happened. What happened? Something Mya hated...Shouts came from down the hallway...

"Police! They're here! Run!" Someone yelled, their voice sounded like gravel. Mya's face lit up like it did on Christmas Day. Finally the police had come to save her, and nobody got hurt... BAM! She turned to see her teacher fall to the ground. More gunshots sounded. Mya screamed on the inside. Heart pounding, eyes burning, throat swelling, mom! She needed her mother to cry to. People were being killed! Where was her mother? Run. She must run...BAM!

Mya saw the women with the gun shoot Tatum Everett in the foot. He collapsed into the gunwomen's arms. "We've got hostages!" She yelled while holding the gun to Tatum's head. "Let us through or we shoot!" She walked into the hallway.

Mya ran, she jumped through one of the windows and ran down streets she grew up on, but looked alien. Mya was panting and gasping for air, but she refused to stop running. She ran straight, then left, then straight, following her instinct. "Where. Am. I?" She breathed. She walked up the steps of a blue house, decorated with flowers and beautiful stone slab steps to the door. She knocked on the door. "Mrs. Bailey?" She asked, pronouncing the name of her best friends mother.

A lady answered the door, "Mya?" She asked.

"I need to sit down..." Mya fainted, with the world slowly turning black until she saw nothing.