That the dreams of when I'm dying are the best I've ever had..
"Again, after me! Der Hund ist mein Freund!" The teacher yells.
The class sighs and repeats. "Der Hund ist mein Freund..."
A girl in the front row lays her head down. I don't wanna do this today...
The door opens, the usual creak turns into a slam against the wall as a student comes in. He's taller then most of the people in the class and is heavy. He's angered.
"Excuse me, can we help you--"
The boy cuts her off angrily. "Shut up!" She pulls out something from his pocket. Light shines off of it and reveals what it is--a handgun.
The teacher's eyes grow big with worry. "Put that down! What are you doing!?"
He ignores her and points it at the girl in the front row. "I told you I was gonna ******** get you, you stupid c**t."
Her heart is racing, the blood is rushing to every limb in her body as she sits up and tries to keep a relaxed expression. She flinches as he uses that one despicable word--the most degrading word.
He pushes the barrel against her head. "This is what you ******** get."
Most of the class moves to the back of the room in fear. Several of the students, 2 males, and 2 females, are paralyzed in fear. One of them is sitting right next to her and the gunman is someone he knows.
The girl lets out a hollow laugh. "You...won't do it. You know it."
The gunman pulls away for a second, surprised by her response.
"I almost...want to dare you to try." she continues, reaching for the gun to pull it towards her head. She's taunting him--out of fear, not bravery. He pulls back further.
The boy sitting next to her stands up and motions for the teacher to leave the room to get help. The teacher nods and looks timidly at the handgun as she leaves.
The other male sees what he's doing and replies with a nod and slowly starts to move towards the front of the class from his chair. Is that The Faggotmaster? He wonders to himself, recalling the girl once mentioning this guy to him. His pant chains strike the desk lightly, making a small clang!
The gunman pivots and shoots, narrowly missing him. "Don't you ******** move!"
The boy that sits next to the girl lunges, trying to grab the gun from his hands. He is pushed away and falls to the ground.
The one girl starts to back away slowly. Darn it...I wish I really did have a gun this time... The other girl follows and they move slowly towards the back of the room to huddle with the rest of the class.
The girl finally stands up, shakily. "You...wouldn't do it. You're a coward."
The gunman stares in awe, realizing he's being told something he already knows. He points the gun at her and looks away. "Like you know." He closes his eyes and fires.
It looks like everything belongs in a movie--it starts to look like everything's gone slower.
The bullet strikes the girl and submerges into the midde of her chest. She falls to her knees and starts to cough. There's a searing pain in her.
The boy who fell to the ground gets up, seeing this as a moment to strike. He lunges again, this time throwing the gunman to the ground. The gun flies and skids across the ground towards the boy with the chained pants. He ignores it and helps hold the man down.
Several of the students stand up and rush to the girl's aid. She's coughing up blood and its dripping from her mouth to the ground. "Did the teacher get help yet?!" Someone yells.
"Someone call an ambulance!" Another screeches. A student pulls out their cell phone and starts to dial.
The girl is layed onto the floor as someone tries to look at her wound.
One of the boys manage to knock the gunman out and rushes to her while the other stays by the unconscious man. "Is she okay!?" He yells.
She has already closed her eyes. She's not okay. She dies.
Did they react out of fear?
Did they react out of love?
Did they react out of any other emotion?
And tell me...
Where the ******** did the teacher go?
Smile-Its Alex Community Member 
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