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The School Shooter (1)

A school shooting happened. Isabella has the chance to go back in time and confront the school shooter. Can she stop the past from repeating itself?
The school halls are dressed in black and white, and the tiles are a checkerboard with humans as the pieces. I've seen this place in my nightmares before, except it was dark and silent. I was walking through this seemingly endless hallway, searching for something. I don't know what I was looking for, but it was something of urgency. I remember the feeling of being watched. The feeling of paranoia, sensing the heavy presence of a shadow following me. Thinking about it sent a chill down my spine. I wrap my arms around my cold body, as I continue walking ahead. This is the last place I want to be.

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounds along the halls, followed by the loudest sound imaginable. It lasts for a split second. Several more screams. Chaos descends. Frantic footsteps, like those of an elephant. The ground almost shakes and I suspect that the checkerboard will collapse soon. Madness, confusion and fear. Like ants scurrying out of their hole, everyone scatters and runs away. Pushing past each other, trying to escape.

Everyone except me.

I'm frozen to the spot, staring at the boy at the end of the hallway.

Lewis Taylor. He's from my science class - the only lesson I shared with him. I recognized him as the loner type, one who was silent and barely interacted with anyone. He sat at the back of the classroom and I remember, on one occasion, he fell asleep at his desk. The teacher let him get away with it, for some reason. That was as much as I knew about him.

I always thought he was kind of cute with his floppy, ginger hair, his baby-blue eyes and the freckles on his nose. He had that smooth, innocent look about him. No way in hell would I imagine him holding an assault rifle, shooting everyone and anything in his path.

Yet there he is, like a bloodthirsty machine on a killing spree. His aiming is wild, yet he's managing to hit many targets, making them drop like flies. Bullets fly everywhere. So much blood everywhere - more than I've seen in my lifetime. I can't even hear the gunshots anymore. Something in my ears have popped. Now everything has become quiet for me, with the exception of a faint ringing noise. My brain and heart are screaming at me to run away, but my body is paralyzed. I'm shocked to the core, caught off guard, like a deer caught in headlights.

Then he aims his gun at me.

The last thing I see are his eyes. Those merciless, menacing eyes, burning like a blue flame.
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Published: 11/19/2018
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