Gah! Today, an exciting, awesome thing happened. And the story shall start... here...!"Today, we are going to learn about being a thief," scoffed our student teacher. A violet ribbon was laced around a flowing name-tag reading the name: Mrs. Bueno. Murmurs of confusion ripple through our dimly lit classroom as I fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. Mrs. Bueno steps aside to reveal boldly printed letters inscribed on the board, reading THIEVES. "We are not going to learn about being real thieves," she smirked, "only being thieves in our writing and reading. Each letter stands for something." A few brief moments after her explanation, a faint, trembling voice alerted the students on the intercom.
"Attention Students, we're experiencing a lock down session. This is not a drill. Again, this is not a drill, please, lock your doors. This isn't a drill!" the voice whimpered before turning off the speaker. The entire class had shot up with a jolt and hobbled to the back of the class. I blinked as my tense muscles quivered. For a moment, I didn't know what to do, but then everything caught up to me. Not a drill. I echoed silently. Within an instant I sprang up off my haunches and ran over to where the class had formed a ragged circle behind the desks.
"Hey, guys!" Zane's loud voice bellowed from nearby. "The man will see you from there!" The uneven spiral of students dashed across the room over towards an isle of cabinets. I lowered myself down and crouched beside Sarah a little ways away from the corner. I could just see it--the armed brute marching down the pale, dim hallway, face masked by a black hoodie and a gun stationed in the corner of his short jacket. Sploosh! Think Cammy. The man could be a girl! I paused, unable to help but snicker slightly at my thought. The criminals in most things: movies, books, comics, etc would always end up being men with muscular, studly abs, and dark faces studied with a black goatee, and a gun stashed away somewhere in their jacket. In order to calm my quaking, trembling self down, I hummed the words to the Skeleton Song (by Kate Nash) in a hushed tone to myself.
Nearby, Jesus was lowered down with his knees jutting out on the counter. "What if they come in by knocking down the door---or---or shattering the window with their bullets?" Jesus squeaked.
"The doors are sturdy and made of medal, the windows are shatter-proof--because they're studied with iron weaving around each other." Mrs. Bringhurst assured him. "Besides, if anyone came in here, I'd kick 'em down with my karate skills!" she bellowed, thrusting a leg up into the air and just missing Jesus' face. "Dun worry, I know what I'm doing." she grinned mischievously. Everyone laughed. "Besides, this probably isn't a serious lock down," Mrs. Bringhurst insisted, leaving her post beside us and marching over toward the bright, beam of the window. "Sometimes it's just if there's someone in the neighborhood or--oh." She focused her gawky expression out the window. "There's a police car here--three of 'em!"
Dangit! I cursed silently. Moments passed. Long, endless moments. The eerie silence was occasionally broken by brief segments of laughter between some of the kids, and the average cough of one of the sick students. "You seem pretty frightened," Kylee observed as she peered over me, her dusky brown, shoulder-length hair was draped over her hidden face.
"I'm a small kind of person," I squealed in reply, "I shake more when I'm scared." There was a faint, clicking sound that tapped at the door. Everyone froze, all paralyzed in fear. They're just testing the lock to see if we're safe--we're fine. Eventually the voice returned and sounded from the intercom.
"The lock down is over. Please return to your class sessions." Through clenched teeth, I sighed and let relief flood my mind. We returned to class. About half of an hour later, the loud speaker blared on--it was Mr. Sites, our principle.
"Hey Spring Creek! I'd like to explain to you what just happened during the Lock Down. Nearby the school, somewhere beside the 'Old Abandon Jail,' a group of people were filming a movie. During one of the scenes, it involved a man wearing a mask and holding a fake chainsaw. They didn't know that nearby was the police office, or the school and that they could be considered threatening us. They've left now, and it's fine to unlock your doors and return to the halls." Half the kids in the class rushed to the "hall pass station" where we'd sign out for bathroom breaks. They were too afraid to enter the halls after they announced it was fine to leave. I wouldn't have either.
An act? Really? Wow.
That was intense. :D-Camdoozer
4 comments:
You are such an expressive writer! Wow! That was a lot of excitement at your school. Someone making a movie, huh? Kind of funny...
This still makes me sad that you guys know what a lock down is.
But I loved how you told the story. You are a good writer.
Nice Cammy! I had no idea that you are such a talented writer!
Holy cow! This really happened?! Incredible!
Your are such a talented and marvelous writer! You writes stuff good!
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