We'll Survive This.

Gun shots echo outside. Everyone stares at one another terrified to move. Finally the girl sitting by the door is the first to move as she flings the door open and sprints out. The others follow her out knocking over desks and flinging paper. I stay glued to my seat and turn my neck to glance at my teacher. I watch as he pulls open a drawer below him and gathers his things. He then follows through the door.