The Freshman Year
Underneath the Discoball
Chloe's P.O.V.
I was just finishing touching up my lipgloss when I heard the distinct clack of Blahnik stiletos. Only one person could afford those. My best friend Hanah was clutching the wall for dear life.
"Hanah, what's wrong?"
"Anthony, he just...." (breathing hard)
"What? Anthony did what?"
"He tried to feel me up."
"You mean you've never....."
"No. Have you and Chris?"
"Well Chris and I share something special."
"What that you've both been in your pants?"
"Hey can we focus on why you're crying BEFORE the homecoming dance?"
"Nevermind, lets just go out there so I can forget that asshole."
"Ugh not before we fix your make-up. You look like a before picture."
Joey's P.O.V.
As I silently waited by the punch bowl I continued to scan the room for her. Then out of no where she and Chloe burst in. It was like the room changed. Before they came in it was a dinky somewhat pungeant high school dance, after, it was a New York night club. As I made my way over to her through the slew of partygoers, I couldn't help but wonder where her boyfriend was. Yes, where was the High King Doushe Bag? I couldn't be bothered with where he was or wasn't. Damn. She looked bangin. How can one person be that hot? She's was wearing a hot pink mini dress with black lace that hugged her. I mean HUUUGGGEED her. Before I knew it we were on the dance floor. She was grinding on me. My hands were at her hips and her hair swept my face everytime she turned to look at me, which she did a lot. I guess to make sure I wasn't going to go away. Then the lights started flashing, the music got louder and we kissed. Then we were moving toward the doors. We stopped by the stairwell. When we made out it wasn't like kissing, it was like something more meaningful. Like it wasn't just a guy and a girl but like it was soulmates. Then I knew for sure. I love her. I love Hanah.
Sean's P.O.V.
They had pissed me off for the last time. As I pulled up in my friends car, I couldn't help but feel the excitment pulsing through my veins. I had my backpack clutched tighty at my chest. When I walked in, I knew the plan. I had gone over it thousands of times in my head. Somehow it felt different in reality. I felt powerful and in control. I had never felt this before. I felt alive. It hadn't even been two minutes and they were already talking about me. This only fueled my hatred. I walked into the ballroom and didn't bother to notice the people around me. I shoved my way to the DJ's booth and I asked him to stop the music after this song so I could make an announcement. As the blaring music quieted, I reached the center of the dancefloor right beneath the gaudy disco ball. As I looked up I saw the faces of my classmates reflected in it. I unzipped my bag and slowly drew out the gun. I blocked out everything and everyone...
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Goodbye.
BANG!
Narrator's P.O.V.
The news was slowly making it's way across town. Five students were killed at the homecoming dance, including the shooter. The victims were Brandon Shannon, Jordan Vineyard, Chris Danner, Breanne Shepherd and the shooter, Sean Goddard. There are no injury reports so far but the press was at the school and any updates, well you would hear about them. I guess you really can push someone too far.
I was just finishing touching up my lipgloss when I heard the distinct clack of Blahnik stiletos. Only one person could afford those. My best friend Hanah was clutching the wall for dear life.
"Hanah, what's wrong?"
"Anthony, he just...." (breathing hard)
"What? Anthony did what?"
"He tried to feel me up."
"You mean you've never....."
"No. Have you and Chris?"
"Well Chris and I share something special."
"What that you've both been in your pants?"
"Hey can we focus on why you're crying BEFORE the homecoming dance?"
"Nevermind, lets just go out there so I can forget that asshole."
"Ugh not before we fix your make-up. You look like a before picture."
Joey's P.O.V.
As I silently waited by the punch bowl I continued to scan the room for her. Then out of no where she and Chloe burst in. It was like the room changed. Before they came in it was a dinky somewhat pungeant high school dance, after, it was a New York night club. As I made my way over to her through the slew of partygoers, I couldn't help but wonder where her boyfriend was. Yes, where was the High King Doushe Bag? I couldn't be bothered with where he was or wasn't. Damn. She looked bangin. How can one person be that hot? She's was wearing a hot pink mini dress with black lace that hugged her. I mean HUUUGGGEED her. Before I knew it we were on the dance floor. She was grinding on me. My hands were at her hips and her hair swept my face everytime she turned to look at me, which she did a lot. I guess to make sure I wasn't going to go away. Then the lights started flashing, the music got louder and we kissed. Then we were moving toward the doors. We stopped by the stairwell. When we made out it wasn't like kissing, it was like something more meaningful. Like it wasn't just a guy and a girl but like it was soulmates. Then I knew for sure. I love her. I love Hanah.
Sean's P.O.V.
They had pissed me off for the last time. As I pulled up in my friends car, I couldn't help but feel the excitment pulsing through my veins. I had my backpack clutched tighty at my chest. When I walked in, I knew the plan. I had gone over it thousands of times in my head. Somehow it felt different in reality. I felt powerful and in control. I had never felt this before. I felt alive. It hadn't even been two minutes and they were already talking about me. This only fueled my hatred. I walked into the ballroom and didn't bother to notice the people around me. I shoved my way to the DJ's booth and I asked him to stop the music after this song so I could make an announcement. As the blaring music quieted, I reached the center of the dancefloor right beneath the gaudy disco ball. As I looked up I saw the faces of my classmates reflected in it. I unzipped my bag and slowly drew out the gun. I blocked out everything and everyone...
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Goodbye.
BANG!
Narrator's P.O.V.
The news was slowly making it's way across town. Five students were killed at the homecoming dance, including the shooter. The victims were Brandon Shannon, Jordan Vineyard, Chris Danner, Breanne Shepherd and the shooter, Sean Goddard. There are no injury reports so far but the press was at the school and any updates, well you would hear about them. I guess you really can push someone too far.