Status: I have based this story off of a subject that is very important to me. I find that we need to learn how to control our usage of automatic guns and I hope that my short story is able to bring this message across others that we all need to find a way to address this issue together.
A Fresh Start
Chapter 2: Jeffie
Speechless. What happened today left me speechless. And all that I can feel is loss.
We were running late to school and I was already fed up with Linneah. I couldn’t be late to the second day of my new school! I had already made friends with a group of popular kids who I was trying to impress. I made a vow to myself that I would no longer be the nerd who loves science and will become the popular boy who ever guy wishes he were. Gone are the black-rimmed glasses, textbooks, and the science equipment, which are now replaced by the strong muscles, good looks, and popularity.
My parents believe that I am going through a phase, as did Linneah … before the accident. No matter how many times I told them that I was doing this to get friends and to fit in to the new surroundings, they still did not take it seriously. I felt as if nobody took me seriously when I was a geek, but now as a well-known 9th grader I have noticed that people have started to notice me and have come to accept me as someone who I am truly not. But now, I don’t even know who I am supposed to be anymore ever since that shooting on Tuesday. And now, with Linneah in the ICU, I don’t think that our lives will ever go back to normal. I can still remember every single second of the shooting.
It was a little bit cold that morning on the walk to school and Linneah and I have not even spoken to each other ever since our argument last night along with our little fight that morning. I was holding a grudge against her and I really wanted for HER to be the one to apologize, not me. When we got to school, I left her side and went off towards the lunch harbor, which was a building away, to meet up with my new friends. When I rounded the corner of the lunch harbor, I did not see anyone. Then, came the whisper.
“Pst! Jeffie! Get down!” whispered my friend Samuel.
“Why?” I whispered back.
“Just trust me.”
As I quickly dropped to the ground and joined my group of friends, the lockdown drill went off.
“What’s go—?” I started to whisper.
“Shh!” Snipped Becky, also in a whisper. “Don’t get us caught!”
That is when I heard it. The sound of ammunition clicking into place in the butt of an automatic handgun. Silently inhaling, I could smell the gunpowder lingering in the air.
“Let’s break up. You two go to the east, you two to the west, you to the south, and I will go to the center.” Spoke a deep, masculine voice. “Meet back here once everyone else is taken care of.”
Closing my eyes, I tried my best to not tremble in fear and to stay as silent as I possibly could. A few minutes went by followed by screams of bloody murder coming form Linneah’s English class. Too afraid to move let alone breath, I held onto Samuel’s hand as tears rolled down my cheeks. There, we all hoped and prayed that al of us would make it out alive.
We were running late to school and I was already fed up with Linneah. I couldn’t be late to the second day of my new school! I had already made friends with a group of popular kids who I was trying to impress. I made a vow to myself that I would no longer be the nerd who loves science and will become the popular boy who ever guy wishes he were. Gone are the black-rimmed glasses, textbooks, and the science equipment, which are now replaced by the strong muscles, good looks, and popularity.
My parents believe that I am going through a phase, as did Linneah … before the accident. No matter how many times I told them that I was doing this to get friends and to fit in to the new surroundings, they still did not take it seriously. I felt as if nobody took me seriously when I was a geek, but now as a well-known 9th grader I have noticed that people have started to notice me and have come to accept me as someone who I am truly not. But now, I don’t even know who I am supposed to be anymore ever since that shooting on Tuesday. And now, with Linneah in the ICU, I don’t think that our lives will ever go back to normal. I can still remember every single second of the shooting.
It was a little bit cold that morning on the walk to school and Linneah and I have not even spoken to each other ever since our argument last night along with our little fight that morning. I was holding a grudge against her and I really wanted for HER to be the one to apologize, not me. When we got to school, I left her side and went off towards the lunch harbor, which was a building away, to meet up with my new friends. When I rounded the corner of the lunch harbor, I did not see anyone. Then, came the whisper.
“Pst! Jeffie! Get down!” whispered my friend Samuel.
“Why?” I whispered back.
“Just trust me.”
As I quickly dropped to the ground and joined my group of friends, the lockdown drill went off.
“What’s go—?” I started to whisper.
“Shh!” Snipped Becky, also in a whisper. “Don’t get us caught!”
That is when I heard it. The sound of ammunition clicking into place in the butt of an automatic handgun. Silently inhaling, I could smell the gunpowder lingering in the air.
“Let’s break up. You two go to the east, you two to the west, you to the south, and I will go to the center.” Spoke a deep, masculine voice. “Meet back here once everyone else is taken care of.”
Closing my eyes, I tried my best to not tremble in fear and to stay as silent as I possibly could. A few minutes went by followed by screams of bloody murder coming form Linneah’s English class. Too afraid to move let alone breath, I held onto Samuel’s hand as tears rolled down my cheeks. There, we all hoped and prayed that al of us would make it out alive.