lock down apocalyptic

A close nit k-8 school gets locked in their school during the end of the world.

I run right off the stage and out into the hall banking fast. I push my self to my absolute limits. Life's where on the line. I stop in front of the pit. "What happened?" I ask the panicked 8th graders. One a girl with long black hair says, "the screen wants to talk to you." she looks at the ground the whole time. "Then lets get this over with" I walk in to a little booth and sit down." What do you want?" The robotic voice says, "To help you. Of course." "Help us starve." I snort. In my head all I could see was the kindergarteners faces. They needed me to get this right. “What’s the deal?" I ask it putting on my sweetest face. "All the food you need if you all can kill what I sent you." "And what did you send us?" " You have a week,” it says and then the screen goes black. "Well, this should be fun!" I say sarcastically to my self. I pull together a poker face and open the door of the booth. All the 8th graders are lined up desperate to know what hell this week was going to be. “Start the weapon lab up, don’t leave the main building, and go back to bed. It's one in the morning." 

 I was happy to get back to the stage after my "fun" little talk with the screen. I was plenty happy to just plop down on my bed and sleep for four hours but, oh no. The intercom went of an hour latter. Just great now along with the screens beast I had to deal with fifty little kids who where woken up at two in the morning. I leave the stage but this time I take the stairs. I walk to the office. "David!" I yell when I see him messing around with the intercom. The intercom makes a high pinched shriek. "David stop!" he looks up at me. His normally ice blue eyes are pure black. Shite this was bad. Amazingly awfully world shatteringly bad. Slowly I reach down and turn my walky-talky on. Every one needed to hear this. I try to pull it up to my mouth to talk but the thing moves faster than faster than David ever could grab my wrist. He twists. I drop the walky-talky and it brakes. That was good every one knew I was trouble. Now all I could do was hope that help came quickly and brought guns.

He keeps twisting my wrist finally there's a pop and excruciating pain. I gasp and try not to cry. Finally help shows up. A sleep dart hits him in his arm. Right before they flutter shut his eyes turn blue again. His grip loosens enough for my to pull my arm out. "You okay?" Will asks me. "Does it look like I'm okay?" he looks at me for a second and shrugs "Wow. Your stupid." says Libby to Will from beside me. She lifts me up gingerly. “Well, then off to the medic room!" she says cheerily. "What are was suppose to do with David?" will asks "Put him in the screen room." I answer "but last time-" "Will! Last time this happened we buried your brother! So, do as I say or we'll be burring you!" That shut him up vary affectively. It was low but, he needed to follow orders. Libby and I start walking to the med room. It's guna be a long day.

Libby is sitting next to me on the medic’s cot. The medic walks in "I'm going to set you wrist now. okay?" I nod my head. He holds my wrist gingerly and twist my hand in till it's pointing the right direction. I gasp and wince. "Sorry we would have given you pain killers but, they ran out weeks ago." "Remind me to fix that later." I say trying my best to ignore the pain. He puts wet paper towels on my arm leaving it there. "What are you doing?" I ask him trying not to sound to grumpy. "It's so the plaster doesn't stick to your skin." he says thankfully ignoring my grumpiness. "Plaster not sticking to skin is good!" I agree. Libby's walky-talky goes of "Catalina's awake" her parter says "that means I have to go. Will you be okay on your own?" "When am I not?" "Fair point." she agrees walking away. Quite a bit later the doc says "All right your good to go!" "thanks." I walk out. I seriously needed to talk to David. I keep walking with my "I'm-in-charge-so-don't-you-dare-stop-me" strut as fast as I can with out running. I walk strait past the guards and burst in to the screen room yelling "WHAT THE HELL WHERE YOU THINKING! Did you just decide to have a chat with blonde?" David looks stunned at the way I suddenly was in the room. " Whoa, calm down!" I lift up my arm showing him my broken wrist. "You turned it all the way around" he looks like some one just punched him "seriously?" "No. I made it all up. You just  happened to fall asleep in the screen room." he blushes "I just wanted to know-" "If it was true. Well it is. Are you happy now?" "I-I-I didn't" he stammers "I don't care what you thought. You have to deal with the results now." I stand up maybe talking to him right now was a bad idea. I move to walk away. "Wait" "I'm done waiting for you to get your act together. You became what you hate and I can't fix that for you" David stands  "He was him self" Who the hell was- oh wow this day was just getting better and better.I leave and run to the old girls bathroom. Amanda's waiting for me there. She hands me my clothes wordlessly. I run to the stage as fast as I can with out dropping the clothes. Once there I change quickly exchanging fussy pajama pants for well worn black skinny jeans and a tank top for a red "Rat City Roller Girls" tee shirt. I pull on my black combat boots and pull my hair into two sloppy braids.I look my self over in the dirty cracked mirror. This would be the first time I would see him since the days of screaming, begging, and crying since the screen took him.What was I so worried about, he was only human right? Well that was the problem, wasn't it? I wouldn't always know if it was him or the screen. I slip a switch blade in to my pocket evan though I know I would never be able to use it. Could I do that? Kill him? No. Never. Could I kill David? He's my older brother and davids my twin. Could I brake that all to save my self. All the times they picked me up off of the floor? When he taught me to ride a bike? When David and I covered his room in jello? All the times we helped each other sneak out of the house? All the times they judged my boyfriend? Could I exchange all of that for my own life? No. I couldn't but I had to see him. I needed him. Wanted my big brother to tell my every thing was okay. I start walking to the cell room. I need this. 

Author's Note

I wrought this ages ago please let me know if you want more

Reviews

[Alene Parr]

This is an extremely intriguing story. I would definitely like to find out more about this screen. There are some spelling and grammar things in this that could be fixed, but the story itself is pretty interesting. More please! Haha.

[citymouse]

Thank you! Merry Christmas!