Unexpected events
It was late Friday afternoon at about 3 o’clock when April heard the warning over the announcements.
“Mr. Kennedy is in the building,”
Aprils hands shook as she quietly walked behind the teacher’s desk. Kids piled in pushing their way towards the desk. With wobbly legs April crawled under the desk and to the far back corner. Her dark chocolate brown skin made her unnoticed in the dark.
The sound of heavy footsteps were heard from down the hall. April in taken a breath as the sound stopped right outside their classroom door. April covered her hand over her mouth trying to withhold the whimpers that wanted to break free. . .
It wasn’t always like this.
School to me was okay…. If you didn’t count the several times I would get picked on throughout the day or the time i got locked in the janitor’s closet in fifth grade by Heather Patterson.
The creaking sound of the rusty old door nod turning bringing me out of my thoughts. A small whimper escaped my mouth as I moved closer to the wall behind me, trying to find any sort of comfort.
I don’t understand why I act like this every time there’s a lock-down. I mean.. I know that the sound of the heavy footsteps are just some old rusty boots that the custodian swear when they’re cleaning out the gunk from the school’s basement, but it seems so real that.. My thoughts get cut off by the door knob jiggled as if the person was trying to force their way in, i pushed myself harder against the wall. My hands shook by my sides as my heart thumped against my chest. That’s when reality hit me. And knew that this wasn’t a drill.
Usually during a drill, the custodian will just twist the doorknob to see if the teachers have done their jobs of keeping the kids safe (simple and easy). They never tried to force their way in. Just then loud talking was heard from outside the door.
“It’s locked boss,” The thick Russian accent sent shivers of fear down my spine. My toes curled in my shoes as I shifted around trying to find a way to stop the whimpers from leaving my mouth.
