I kept my head pressed against the cool school desk desperately trying to control my shaking and remain still, tears slipped down my cheeks blurring my vision.
Over the bodies of my motionless classmates I could make out a man pacing down the hall, a gun in hand.
He was drawing closer to the room I was in, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed the blood from the girl next from me made me appear to be just another massacred student.
A crackling voice came from near the man.
“Anything yet, Mike?” Mike lifted his walky-talky to said:
“No, they aren’t in here.”
I clutched the cold metal gun closer to myself as I felt my muscles relax with relief. Now I just needed to figure out how to get out of my school.