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The Lockdown
1 ReviewsI used this story for a school short story assignment... got me like 90%... i figure cuz its a Catholic school. :) enjoy.
It was a crisp Monday morning; I got out of bed, and was yawning and rubbing my eyes madly. I groaned and walked towards my closet and opened the door. It creaked and I yawned again, as I yanked my clothes off their hangers. After brushing my hair and putting on my contact lenses, I brushed my teeth and ate a bowl of cereal. As the bus pulled up, I was stepping out the door and made it just in time. There were only a few seats left, so I made it a point to sit down as soon as I was near a free chair. I plopped down into the window seat, as my heavy bags made a crashing noise on the floor. It was a long ride, and as I gazed out the window, I drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, a large pothole on the road awakened me as the bus passed over it. Luckily, it was right before my stop, so I pulled the cord and jumped off. I glanced at my watch, and it said 7:32 a.m. I felt there was no need to run, so I walked in the cool morning air, stepping on the crunchy, earthen brown leaves that had just fallen. I entered through the side door of the school as I always did and went straight to my locker. I casually waved or said hello to the people that passed me. For the morning’s classes, I gathered all the books that were necessary and set them down in my homeroom. While waiting for my friends to arrive, I sat in the classroom and started to read a book.
Soon enough, the first bell rang as my friends and I walked to our homeroom talking and laughing. We heard over the announcements that there was to be another lock down drill this afternoon and that all students should be prepared, as there will be no warning of which class it will be in.
Samantha laughed and said, “It’s not like a mad man is going to barge in the school or anything.” I laughed too, as we scurried off to our first class of the day.
“Oh my gosh,” I said to Jamie, “I seriously thought that the lunch bell would never ring!”
“Neither did I,” she said in reply.
After the regular announcements, we heard a voice over the PA, “Would the student body please welcome Mr. J. Malcolm, as the new Foods teacher, who will be arriving within the next few hours. We would appreciate it if you respected him as you do all the other teachers in the school. That is all.” The PA went click and we continued our conversations as we filed into the dining hall. Surprisingly, the drill had not taken place yet, and everyone was anxious to see what would happen.
After putting my lunch away, I noticed someone knocking and banging on the door of the side entrance. I figured it must be Mr. Malcolm, so I gladly opened it for him. He thanked me and hurried off with a large box, plated in metal. The bell rang and once again we were off to our classes. We had English class that block, so we all had to hurry up the stairs or we would be late.
“Attention students,” exclaimed the voice over the intercom, “Would the jousting team please go to room 322!”
My friends and I froze for a moment and had lost all sense of direction. We dropped our books and ran into the nearest classroom we could find. It was full. I panicked and ran to the next one. I rattled and twisted the knob frantically. It was locked. So was every other classroom I tried.
“This way! Quickly, quickly!” I said out of breath, almost hyperventilating. We filed into the nearest washroom and stood in the largest stall with the door locked. “Do not make any sudden movements or noises,” I whispered to my friends. They nodded in reply.
It had been almost forty-five minutes, and we heard nothing over the PA since the first announcement.
BANG!
“That sounds like a,” I said to myself.
“Gunshot!” Vickie exclaimed in terror.
“SHHHHHHH!” I scolded them.
“I thought this was just supposed to be a drill!” Sam shouted hysterically.
“I know, I know!” I said, panic stricken. “Everyone be quiet! We can’t let them know we’re here!”
There was silence. Then another shot rang out. I heard some students shriek for help. There was a blood-curdling scream, and silence once again. After each shot, I heard a thump onto the hard cement floor.
I whispered to the other girls, “This must be a horrible first day for Mr. Malcolm.”
They giggled and then there was silence again, after another shot. This time there was the sound of the bullet going into something solid. It couldn’t have been a person and it sounded too close to us. Then, I realized that it was the bathroom door. It swung open, and I held my breath as I watched my friends climb up onto the toilet seat. Heavy footsteps dragged across the marble floors.
Then, Samantha let out a long, loud sneeze. I could tell by his footsteps that he was coming towards us. He tried to kick the door open. It resisted so he tried again and again. I watched the lock. With every blow it was giving way. After few more kicks it swung open and almost hit me in the face.
The shooter’s gun was then pointed in my direction, as I saw blood trickling down his hands, dripping silently on the floor, creating a massive puddle. I was frozen stiff. Then Jamie tapped me on the shoulder and said, “His gun is jammed! Let’s go now!!”
I kicked him, and he slipped on the scarlet colored puddle and knocked his head on the marble floors. As we ran down the halls there was a strong, recurring sour smell in the air and crimson streaks of blood on the walls and floor. On the floors, there lay multiple motionless bodies in puddles of dark red blood, battered and bruised.
We soon reached the first exit, “The door won’t open! It’s stuck!” Melissa screamed.
“The other door!” Jamie cried out.
Then we heard two shots. There were screams and a pause again.
“Vickie! Sam!” Melissa yelled frantically.
There was no reply as the footsteps continued. I took a brief look over my shoulder and there he was, following us closely with what looked like a new gun. He was probably angrier than ever since I had almost knocked him out.
“RUN!” I yelled to them. We were running at full speed now for the next exit. I saw it and said, “This way!”
Before I turned the corner, there was another bang and I felt a sharp, searing pain and struggled as we were sprinting towards our only exit. We shoved the door as hard as we could. It jerked and swung open!
As we got outside and stopped behind a large bush full of thorns, Melissa turned and asked me with a horrified look on her face, “Whoa, what on earth happened to your leg?”
“What?” I said in disbelief, “All I had was a cramp.”
I looked down and saw that my leg was bleeding. “Did I-” I began.
“Get shot?” Melissa replied, “Well, I can’t exactly say for sure, but I bet that the bullet just grazed your leg. You’re lucky you can still walk.”
Then all of a sudden we heard a bang on the door, then another one, and another. I tried to run, but I fell on the cold, damp, cement sidewalk.
“It’s not that painful. Let’s just run!” I called out to them, as I struggled to get to my feet. They both nodded and we scampered to the nearest main street. We then saw a bench by the bus stop, so we sat down to catch our breath.
“Where are Sam and Vickie?” I asked Jamie and Melissa, knowing that the chances were slim to none.
“How should we know?” Jamie retorted.
“I doubt they made it out of that building alive,” Melissa sobbed as she shook her head.
Suddenly, a large pothole on the road awakened me as the bus passed over it. Luckily, it was right before my stop, so I pulled the cord and jumped off. I glanced at my watch, and it said 7:32 a.m. I felt there was no need to run, so I walked in the cool morning air, stepping on the crunchy, earthen brown leaves that had just fallen. I entered through the side door of the school as I always did and went straight to my locker. I casually waved or said hello to the people that passed me. For the morning’s classes, I gathered all the books that were necessary and set them down in my homeroom. While waiting for my friends to arrive, I sat in the classroom and started to read a book.
Soon enough, the first bell rang as my friends and I walked to our homeroom talking and laughing. We heard over the announcements that there was to be another lock down drill this afternoon and that all students should be prepared, as there will be no warning of which class it will be in.
Samantha laughed and said, “It’s not like a mad man is going to barge in the school or anything.” I laughed too, as we scurried off to our first class of the day.
“Oh my gosh,” I said to Jamie, “I seriously thought that the lunch bell would never ring!”
“Neither did I,” she said in reply.
After the regular announcements, we heard a voice over the PA, “Would the student body please welcome Mr. J. Malcolm, as the new Foods teacher, who will be arriving within the next few hours. We would appreciate it if you respected him as you do all the other teachers in the school. That is all.” The PA went click and we continued our conversations as we filed into the dining hall. Surprisingly, the drill had not taken place yet, and everyone was anxious to see what would happen.
After putting my lunch away, I noticed someone knocking and banging on the door of the side entrance. I figured it must be Mr. Malcolm, so I gladly opened it for him. He thanked me and hurried off with a large box, plated in metal. The bell rang and once again we were off to our classes. We had English class that block, so we all had to hurry up the stairs or we would be late.
“Attention students,” exclaimed the voice over the intercom, “Would the jousting team please go to room 322!”
My friends and I froze for a moment and had lost all sense of direction. We dropped our books and ran into the nearest classroom we could find. It was full. I panicked and ran to the next one. I rattled and twisted the knob frantically. It was locked. So was every other classroom I tried.
“This way! Quickly, quickly!” I said out of breath, almost hyperventilating. We filed into the nearest washroom and stood in the largest stall with the door locked. “Do not make any sudden movements or noises,” I whispered to my friends. They nodded in reply.
It had been almost forty-five minutes, and we heard nothing over the PA since the first announcement.
BANG!
“That sounds like a,” I said to myself.
“Gunshot!” Vickie exclaimed in terror.
“SHHHHHHH!” I scolded them.
“I thought this was just supposed to be a drill!” Sam shouted hysterically.
“I know, I know!” I said, panic stricken. “Everyone be quiet! We can’t let them know we’re here!”
There was silence. Then another shot rang out. I heard some students shriek for help. There was a blood-curdling scream, and silence once again. After each shot, I heard a thump onto the hard cement floor.
I whispered to the other girls, “This must be a horrible first day for Mr. Malcolm.”
They giggled and then there was silence again, after another shot. This time there was the sound of the bullet going into something solid. It couldn’t have been a person and it sounded too close to us. Then, I realized that it was the bathroom door. It swung open, and I held my breath as I watched my friends climb up onto the toilet seat. Heavy footsteps dragged across the marble floors.
Then, Samantha let out a long, loud sneeze. I could tell by his footsteps that he was coming towards us. He tried to kick the door open. It resisted so he tried again and again. I watched the lock. With every blow it was giving way. After few more kicks it swung open and almost hit me in the face.
The shooter’s gun was then pointed in my direction, as I saw blood trickling down his hands, dripping silently on the floor, creating a massive puddle. I was frozen stiff. Then Jamie tapped me on the shoulder and said, “His gun is jammed! Let’s go now!!”
I kicked him, and he slipped on the scarlet colored puddle and knocked his head on the marble floors. As we ran down the halls there was a strong, recurring sour smell in the air and crimson streaks of blood on the walls and floor. On the floors, there lay multiple motionless bodies in puddles of dark red blood, battered and bruised.
We soon reached the first exit, “The door won’t open! It’s stuck!” Melissa screamed.
“The other door!” Jamie cried out.
Then we heard two shots. There were screams and a pause again.
“Vickie! Sam!” Melissa yelled frantically.
There was no reply as the footsteps continued. I took a brief look over my shoulder and there he was, following us closely with what looked like a new gun. He was probably angrier than ever since I had almost knocked him out.
“RUN!” I yelled to them. We were running at full speed now for the next exit. I saw it and said, “This way!”
Before I turned the corner, there was another bang and I felt a sharp, searing pain and struggled as we were sprinting towards our only exit. We shoved the door as hard as we could. It jerked and swung open!
As we got outside and stopped behind a large bush full of thorns, Melissa turned and asked me with a horrified look on her face, “Whoa, what on earth happened to your leg?”
“What?” I said in disbelief, “All I had was a cramp.”
I looked down and saw that my leg was bleeding. “Did I-” I began.
“Get shot?” Melissa replied, “Well, I can’t exactly say for sure, but I bet that the bullet just grazed your leg. You’re lucky you can still walk.”
Then all of a sudden we heard a bang on the door, then another one, and another. I tried to run, but I fell on the cold, damp, cement sidewalk.
“It’s not that painful. Let’s just run!” I called out to them, as I struggled to get to my feet. They both nodded and we scampered to the nearest main street. We then saw a bench by the bus stop, so we sat down to catch our breath.
“Where are Sam and Vickie?” I asked Jamie and Melissa, knowing that the chances were slim to none.
“How should we know?” Jamie retorted.
“I doubt they made it out of that building alive,” Melissa sobbed as she shook her head.
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