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CHAPTER 6:
"You're gonna hold me in case I get scared, right?" I smiled mischievously. "No, I have a date with the girl next door remember?" I smacked him. (Not hard!) "Yes, of course I will." He rolled his eyes.
I swear to God, I will never watch a scary movie again! Ugh, I feel like such a girl. They scare the shit out of me though, which is probably why I only watch them when I'm with friends. And Scott has to be there too, 'cause he's the only one who wants to deal with me jumping around and yelling my head off. It's not MY fault scary movies creep me out!
"Last night was awful." I groaned, sipping coffee in the breakfast room. My bleary eyes were cast around the room, empty except for Scott, Lindsay and Jen. "Why?" asked Scott smiling. Well, someone's perky this morning. "I didn't get to sleep till 4." "Why?" Jen asked. "'Cause your stupid brother here decided we were going to watch Disturbia last night, and it scared the crap out of me!" Jen laughed, and then asked: "But Scott had a game last night." "We watched about half of the movie, and then I got Alex into bed at about 12:00." "Oh, okay." "A lot of good it did me, I kept envisioning that creepy guy every time I heard something move." "Why didn't you wake me up?" Scott asked. "You would have made fun of me!" I said, exasperated. "No I wouldn't-" I glared at him. "Okay, maybe a little." Jen just laughed. "Scott, are you driving us to school, or am I?" Jen asked. "Well, my car only seats two stupid, so what do you think?" Jen smacked him playfully. "Well, I have gymnastics after school, and so does Alex. Why don't you take Alex in your car, and I'll take Lindsay. Then, I'll take Alex home after gymnastics. You can take Lindsay home with you after school." "You want me to wait 'Lex?" "Why? I'll be fine; I'll be home around 5 anyways." "Okay."
Alexis stumbled out of bed. She walked downstairs, in dirty and stained clothes that contrasted to the obvious wealth of the house around her. She hated the fact that her parents were rich, and never home. "This is the problem with the world." She thought. "No one's ever there. No one cares about anyone else." She began to cry as she packed her backpack, concealing a knife and pills to help her through the day. She walked out to her car, the dreamy Mercedes Benz that she received for her 18th birthday. She hated it. It was a symbol of the world she didn't belong in, but was a part of.
"Hey Scott, over here!" "Hey!" I grabbed him, trying not to get lost in the crazy, crowded lunch room. We grabbed our food, and headed out to the willow tree. We left the lunch room, and heard screaming. We ran towards a crowd of people in the halls, and I recognized Lindsay's voice frantically yelling "Call the Nurse!" before she broke into sobbing.
Scott and I were running, voices were screaming, and teachers were yelling for quiet as a full scale riot broke out. Suddenly, Scott grabbed me, his eyes focused on the cause of the commotion, his face pale white, with a sickly green tinge. The world slowed. Everything lost its sound, its color; it was as if everything became two- dimensional, and flat. I could hear Clocks playing gently in the background, as people rushed around in slow motion, their faces contorted with fear and confusion. There, looking more innocent than I have ever seen her laid Alexis, Her hair matted with something, and her shirt stained red. She lay in a pool of shiny, reddish brown liquid. "Is that..." I started, but stopped to catch Lindsay, who collapsed sobbing. "Blood." Scott finished weakly.
"What is going on!? Yelled my English teacher, Ms. Samuels, who ran towards the panicking crowd. The screaming got worse, and Scott grabbed Lindsay, because I was getting pushed by two sobbing cheerleaders, and therefore losing my grip on her. He pulled me close, while supporting her, in an attempt to keep track of me in the crowd that was quickly losing control and spinning off into a chaotic mess. The yelling got worse, as the hallway became packed to the brim, and students started panicking. Their screams and shouts echoed, and fed off of each other. "She's bleeding!"
"She must have been hurt somehow!"
"She's dead!"
"Oh my God! She was shot!" yelled a hyperventilating cheerleader named Sarah.
"Someone shot her?!"
"WHAT?! WITH A GUN?!
"THERE'S A GUN!!" screamed a girl named Chelsea.
All hell broke loose as about a hundred screaming teenagers tried to simultaneously run, scream, hug the closest person, and get out of the mass of people. The fire alarm went off, and the sprinklers doused everyone! I turned and made out through the falling water that a teacher was hstanding by the alarm, with a look of intense sadness on her face, which was directed towards Alexis's limp body, the dried blood absorbing the water, and trickling along the hallway. "EVERYONE IN THE AUDITORIUM NOW!" she yelled. The loudspeaker crackled for a minute "Attention staff and students, please report to the auditorium in a calm and timely manner, this is not a drill, Thank you." The loudspeaker repeated this message several times. I made my way to the auditorium with Scott, who was still carrying Lindsay. The crowd had become deathly quiet, a heavy blanket permeated only by the strangled sobs of the girls and the endless sound of foot after foot stepping towards the auditorium.
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