Shelter In Place

Four freshmen, Daniel, Mike, Bre, and Danielle are chased by a gunman that unexpectedly enters their school. They all run to the police station across the highway, where there are many dangers. See the characters that grow on you and find out if they ma

 

Shelter In Place

 

“Class!” Yelled the hot-tempered, permanent- substitute teacher, Ms. Green yelled. The classroom was silent. “I shouldn’t have to yell. I have an announcement to make! There is a new thing going on here. It’s called shelter in place. If there is ever a man with a gun, that ever walks into this school, run for the nearest exit. If he is in the hall, and we are in the room, we shut the door, turn off the lights, and hide behind a part of a wall that sticks out. If you are in the hall and see them with a gun, run for the nearest exit. Once or if you get out, run for the subdivision, right across the field, or the police department right across the road. If there is a gunman, one of the teachers or someone else, will go running down the hall yelling, shelter in place! Any questions?” The room was silent. The only people who raised their hands were Bre, Mike, Daniel, and Danielle. (Now it’s time for quick notes with the author. The part of the story where the author gives you, some quick notes. Bre, Mike, Daniel, and

Danielle are the main characters in the story. There are defiantly other kids

in the class, but these are our main people, and will be for the whole story.)

       “Yes, Daniel.” Ms. Green nodded her head towards him.

       “What if you are crossing the street to the police department and this semi is driving real fast and he slams on his brakes and the huge cart thing in

the back swings around and hits you so hard that you get knocked out and

that you, innocently trying to escape from a narcissistic maniac, causes a

world record accident?” he asked with a serious yet sarcastic tone in his voice.

       Ms. Green gave him the teacher’s eye. “Yes, Danielle.”

       “Yeah, what if you do get hit, running across the road to the police

station.” She asked, looking over at Daniel with a smirk on her face. Maturely,

 Daniel stuck his tongue out at her.

       “Kiss-up!” Daniel muttered.

       “Very good question Danielle. Well, I suppose that you will most likely die,

and there will be no hope for the kids in our school and that it’s all the driver’s

fault for not being careful.”

       There was a murmur and a nodding of heads throughout the class.

       “Yes, Mike.” Ms. Green announced, quieting everyone in the room.

       “What if the gunman-dude-thing, like shoots the door down with a

machine gun and he like kills us all?”

       “That would be very unfortunate.” She answered bluntly. “Yes, Bre.”

       “Yeah, what if they do come in here?” Bre asked innocently, in a high

girly voice.

       “Well, we would all frantically run out of the room. Sadly enough, most

would be killed.”

       Everyone in the class was very solemn, thoughtful, and quiet, except for

Daniel and Mike who were playing table hockey.

       Ms. Green let out a big why-did-I-become-a-teacher-and-not-listen-to-

my-parents-and-become-an-attorney-make-it-into-the-newspaper-and-earn-

big-bucks kind of sigh. “Daniel, Mike!” she announced, breaking the silence and

the train of thought driving through each of the freshman’s minds.

       “Heh...What?” Daniel perked up.

*~*~*

       Later that day,after school, Daniel and Mike came running out of school

yelling, FREEDOM! Danielle and Bre walked up to them.

       “You guys waited for us?” Mike asked, slightly disturbed. Daniel was

stuffing his face with skittles a take five and a twix at the same time.

       The girls looked disgusted, Mike was used to it.

       “We wanted to ask what Daniel did in detention this time.” Bre answered.

       “This time, he was so bored, he started throwing his skittles in the

center of the number zero on the chalk board. Four bounced off and hit the

teacher. I started to laugh. We have another week of detention.”

       The two girls rolled their eyes. They looked over at Daniel, he was still

pigging out. They shook their heads in pity.

       They all walked home together. (Now it’s time for quick notes with the

author, the part of the story where the author gives you some quick notes.

They all walked home together because they all lived in the same neighborhood

next to the school.)

*~*~*

 

The next day, when they were supposed to be having World History,

Daniel and Mike were wandering around in the school, when they bumped into

Danielle and Bre.

       “Wandering in the halls ag-“

       ”What is that?” Bre interrupted Daniel.

       They were quiet and listened.

       “Someone’s yelling.” Daniel commented.

       The yell was faint, but noticeable distressed. It got louder and louder,

until they all could make out the words. No one needed to repeat it. No one

needed to think about it. The four ran.

       The voice echoed down the hall. “Shelter in place! Shelter in place!” it

called. They couldn’t make out the voice, they didn’t try, they didn’t care. They

just ran. They heard shots. The yelling had stopped. Mike looked behind them.

       “He’s gaining!” Hey yelled. They ran for the nearest classroom. Bre and

Danielle knock frantically. In the room, they could see two kids trying to hide,

and the lights were off. No one would let them in, so they started running

again. They heard shots right when they turned a corner in the hallway. The

bullets hit the wall and out came a cloudish puff of drywall. Adrenaline and God

was their only hope now. As they ran into the exits doors, they nearly escaped

as the glass doors shattered. Maybe their only hope was God. They kept

running. Mike and Daniel split and went to the left side of the school into the

subdivision. Bre and Danielle went right, ended up circling the school and

following the boys. They all ran into the sub, thinking the gunman would

realize that they’re weren’t worth the whole chase. Apparently, he didn’t think

that at all. He continued to chase them.

       None of the four asked. They knew where they were going. A straight

line for the police station... across the busy, dreaded road. None of them

wanted to die. None of them were afraid to die. Never being in a situation like

this may get you thinking, I don’t have to go through all this trouble, I’ll

probably die anyway, so I’ll just stand here and wait until he shoots me.

Thankfully, none of them decided to do that. They kept running, swirving behind

houses and in front of houses, dodging the bullets the best they can.

       He kept on shooting. All of a sudden, Danielle screamed and fell behind.

 

Daniel looked back. They had lost her permanently. He was so close to turning

 

around to run back to her, but it would be no use now. He kept running.

      

       They all finally came to the road. They had put some distance between

 

the gunman and them.

      

       “Come on you guys, we can do this.” Mike said, encouragingly. Suddenly,

 

he felt, as if he had a sudden heart attack, though it wasn’t a heart attack, it

 

was a bullet through the heart.

      

       “Run!” Bre screamed. The two remaining ran, stopping for no cars,

 

unfortunately, no cars stopping for them. They heard loud honking.

 

       Bre looked over to see bright lights and a car coming right to her. Paralyzed

 

with fright, she didn’t move. She closed her eyes. She felt her head bang against

 

hard cement. She opened her eyes. The car had passed, she was alive, but on the

 

ground. She looked over. There was Daniel, in the same position as her. Bre

 

realized that he had pushed her out of the way. “Thank-“ she started, but was

 

rudely interrupted by another honking car. This time, it was a semi. She and

 

Daniel got up. They ran. Bre stepped in a pothole and stumbled out onto the

 

cement, on the road. She turned her head towards the semi to see if it was

 

close. Unfortunately, she saw no more.

      

       Daniel was alone. He kept running. The death of all his fellow victims

 

hadn’t yet registered in his mind. No time to be sad. Time to run.

      

       He made it across the road alive, but with a splitting headache. Daniel

 

didn’t want to look back to see of the gunman was gaining. He wanted to reach

 

the safety of the police station. All the information he needed came from the

 

sound of shattering windows, frantic honking, and screaming, and perfect horror

 

story material.

       “Yes! The police station!” He gasped. He felt as if he had been holding

 

his breath the whole time.

 

       Right as he opened the door to the building, the glass of the door

 

shattered, and he felt a piercing pain, “like a dart of poisoned ice.”

 

       That is the story of our poor unfortunate heros. Their world slipped from

 

their tight grasp. Although poor hopeful Daniel was so close, his grasp was a bit

 

too loose. At the high school, all the kids were fine. The gunman committed

 

suicide right as a cop came out. The reason he had continued to persue them is

 

this; the only people that he had lost control of was them, therefore; he felt as

 

if he had to “control” them.         

 

      

...and cut!

 

       The cast and crew applauded.

      

       “Great job you guys! Take ten!”

 

       “Daniel, here’s your cappuccino you asked for.”

 

       “How many times have I told you, my name is not Daniel! It’s Gerald!”

 

       “Are you even old enough to be drinking coffee?”

 

       “I’m twenty-four!”

 

       “Dude, you’re supposed to be a freshman!”

...

       “This cappuccino is sickening!!!”

 

      

      

      

                 

      

 

Author's Note

I gets very suspensful. This was an English project, so the really casring one will come sooner or later...

Reviews

[Lauren]

lol, naw
ur really good too
i luv ur story sooo much!!!
especially the story between me and Austin

[Erin]

Oh my gosh....how do you write like that? Grr....it makes me feel like I stink, haha