Writing Wednesday: Prompt 16


We sat in the corner of our classroom, our teacher, Miss George, was giving us a lecture on history that made me want to fall asleep. It was hard, watching her lips move while I wrote stuff down without looking at it, but I’ve gotten better at it. The students in front of me asked questions of which I didn’t understand until Miss George repeated them back to me.

Then I saw a figure in the hallway staring at me. At first I thought it was just one of the administrators, but when he smiled at me I felt uneasy. When I saw what he had behind him I quickly turned to the person next to me, and made a hand signal that something was wrong -despite being able to read lips, I hadn’t learned how to talk.

“Ethan is something wrong?” Miss George asked. Then I made a gun with my hand, which might have been a mistake because everyone saw it -including the guy outside the classroom. He walked toward us, luckily Miss George’s desk was right next to the front door. One student pushed the desk in front of the door. Then Miss George got a key from one of the drawers and locked it.

Bam! Bam! Bam! 

Some of the girls in the classroom are screaming and crying. I heard someone else scream in the hallway. Bam! Bam! Bam! I’m in the corner of the classroom the man is looking straight at me, he gave me an angry glare. Bam! Bam! I moved behind a bookshelf, it’s a tan metal with large holes in it. Drew, a friend in my class mouths something to me, is he looking? Is he looking? When the announcement comes on that there’s an intruder in the building I mouth no, and from under his side he slides his revolver to me.

Drew and I had gone shooting since we were little. He liked to go with me because I never complained about how loud the guns were. I never thought I’d use it until I found myself looking through the holes the bookshelf to see if the guy was still there. I see him walking back to our door, he’s looking for me, he’s eyes and gun pointed at the corner of the bookshelf. The white shirt I wore must’ve blended in well with the wall because he never looked at the holes. I scanned each one, looking for the best one to shoot through. I found a spot on his face that hadn’t been out of a certain hole’s reach for a while and I shoot.

The man went down and then the police arrived in what seemed like forever. Ambulances came, taking away a few kids out of my classroom. I hoped I wouldn’t get in trouble if I killed someone, but Drew’s smile reassured me that it was the right thing to do.

Published by Athena Bocock

I am vegan and I like books and writing stories. Recently I've been enjoying romance and animal stories the most.

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