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I wait a few seconds.... nothing. I open my eyes a little just to see what is going on but when I open them, I see that I am in a classroom.

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It was your standard run of the mill classroom. Nothing seemed off about it. The grey cement walls paired with light grey tiled floors. A window shows the track and football field outside. I see a few people running on the track. Probably racing each other, I thought.

A bell rings and people start filing into the classroom.

"Can I sit here?" A blond haired boy with glasses asks, pointing at a desk beside me.

"Uhh.... sure." I say, taking in his appearance. Ok you caught me. I was checking him out.

He had thick rimmed glasses framing his face. His blond hair curled at the tips and he had freckles dotting his face. I could tell that he had a couple of zits on his nose and one on his chin.

He takes a seat and I look around, taking in the people finding their seats and milling about. Just as the bell rings again, a boy wearing a black sweatshirt, blue jeans and black high top Converse strolls in and takes the seat behind me. His brown hair was drenched in water. He must have took a shower.

I wonder what he looks like in the shower.... NO! Bella, stop it!

He had a menacing smile on his face along with a deep scar that crosses his left eyebrow. He also looked like he got nicked on his chin. Maybe it was a shaving accident... those things happen, right?

The teacher walks in and the class begins. This doesn't seem bad. At least nothing scary is happening.

Thirty minutes later, the teacher continues to drone on and on about the quadratic formula when suddenly, the principal's voice goes over the intercom.

"We're going under a lock down. This is not a drill. I repeat ...We're going under a lock down and this is not a drill."

While the principal's panicky voice boomed out of the ceiling, we could hear yelling and shouting in the background..... then gunshots.

Everyone in the classroom quickly got up and went to the back of the room. The teacher turned off the lights, pulled the blinds on the window, and locked the door before he came to join us in the back.

Suddenly, a gunshot rings out in the hallway and a few girls in the classroom shriek. A few boys quickly picked up the desks and put them in front of the door to barricade ourselves in.

This was not a drill.... this was not a drill.

Everyone picked up random objects within grabbing distance that we could throw or use against the gunman. I hastily grabbed a few pencils, a book, and a pair of scissors that was laying on the teacher's desk.

Another gunshot rings and we all cower in the back corner of the classroom on the same side of the doorway.

All of a sudden, everything was silent. All I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart and the breaths of the people that surrounded me. From inside the room, we all heard banging against the lockers that were in the hallway.

A whimper escapes from a brunette girl that was sitting beside me. Her legs were pressed up tight against her body and her arms wrapped around her legs as if they were going to escape her if she didn't hold on.

As I look around at my peers, I notice that almost everyone is positioned like this. A few guys got in a defensive position, ready for anything. Another guy, consoled a girl that was hysterically crying.

"Everything is going to be fine. We are safe, Kennedy. We will be safe. Nothing bad is going to happen." He mutters, ribbing her back soothingly. One look into his eyes, I could see how terrified he was. He didn't believe his own words. He was just putting up a brave front for her. His fingers were shaking slightly as he continued to rub her back. It makes me wonder if she knows he is lying or if she even cares that he is.

Down the hallway, loud banging is heard on a door, followed by shouting. A few screams are heard as their door creaks open. Three gunshots sound from the other room.

Two girls in my classroom start to cry and hold each other and a tear slides down my cheek. The blond haired boy that sat beside me earlier, quietly shuffled his way towards me. He had to step over a few people and almost fell before he reached me. His freckle covered face was super pale as he dropped to the floor next to me.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah.... yeah, I'm fine," he lied, " Are you?"

"Truthfully? No."

"Yeah, I get that."

"No shit."

His raspy voice laughed quietly. Just then, a loud bang hits our classroom door and the whole room went silent. Another bang sounds, no one was breathing. The gunman kept banging on the door for 30 seconds. No one moved, no one spoke, no one let out a single breath. Everything was still, until the boy wearing the black sweatshirt stood up and walked towards the door.

"Boy, what are you doing?! Get back here, now!" The teacher whispered loudly. The boy ignores him and puts a hand on the door handle.

"It was nice knowing you." The boy says, looking at every single face in the room before he lets out a menacing laugh. He opens the door and the gunman barges in, gun raised.

The boy walks out the door, the shooter not even looking at him as he walks past. Everyone gasped as the first bullet fits a red haired girl. Her body slacks as the bullet hits her forehead. The life drained out of her eyes within a second.

The boys that took a defensive position were the next to fall. None of them even moved before they were shot. They must have been too shocked to do anything.

A few boys starting throwing things at the gunman. Everyone snapped out of their shock as we all started throwing things at him. Pencils, books, graphing calculators, backpacks, and desks, were thrown at him as he tried to dodge them. He haphazardly raises the gun and points it at me and the world slowed down. In a blink of an eye, a blond figure throws itself in front of me. I look down, my mouth dropping in shock as a sob wracks my body.

The blond haired boy that sat beside me.....

Blood sputters out of his abdomen. He holds his wound for a second before his legs collapse. He drops to the ground, a groan passes through his lips.

I drop to the ground, putting my hands over his wounds as I apply pressure to it.

"Why? Why did you do that?" I cry, as objects continue to be thrown at the gunman.

"You don't deserve to die. It's not your time," The blond boy says.

"And it's yours? You don't deserve to die either." I cry out, tears trailing down my cheeks.

"Bella, stop it," He lifts his hand and wipes a tear away, "Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Shit happens. Everyone has their time to leave this world. Right now, it's mine. Can you just promise me one thing?"

"Yes." I say, looking into his eyes.

"Take care of Drew for me. He needs to move on from the past. I know you'll be good for him. Just ..... remember... shit happens for a reason," He takes a few deep breathes, " and please tell him that I loved him."

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Drew..... that name sounds familiar. Drew...... Drew......... Drew....DREW!!

Suddenly, it clicks. How could I forget him?!

"Who are you?!"

More blood sputters out of his abdomen. He coughs, blood spraying out.

"Jerome........"

Then, his body slacks. His eyes look distant and no longer focused.

The scene shifts around me. There was no longer a gunman, a classroom, no people were around me. Everything got darker and darker until I was in a black void again.

Drew......