Something in his eyes changed. It started in his eyes and spread gradually until I felt I was looking at a completely different person. His limbs went slack and his knees failed him as he sank to the floor. What was happening? Was I helping या hurting? Had I succeeded in this mission that seemed wickedly thrust upon me as if I was the only one who knew what to do? But I didn’t know what to do. This was crazy and until now I couldn’t see how I was the one chosen to help this boy. Just another perspective. Just honesty. That’s all that was needed here. It was me. That’s all that was needed here. This situation that I was now trapped in was life या death. If I didn’t, couldn’t control this, he would die. And if he died, how could I live?
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I slam the snooze. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh. Monday. I could say I hate Mondays but honestly I hate everyday I have to wake up before the sun. Grudgingly, I sleep walk out of बिस्तर looking like a zombie only worse, I throw on clothes. Jeans and a sweater. Really nothing impressive but it’ll get me through school. I go to the bathroom to brush my hair but it doesn’t do much, in fact I think it looks worse. I throw my hair up in a टट्टू tail and spend a little और time on my makeup to make up for my rushed and uncooperative hair. With my eyes still half closed, I apply shadow, liner, and mascara. I dab on some tinted lip balm and द्वारा the time I snap out of the early morning haze I’m at school. Everything is the same every single morning. A few “hey sarah!”s pointed my way. Lockers slamming, kids laughing, talking, making out in the middle of the hallway like they’re alone when it’s disgustingly obvious that they’re not. When the घंटी, बेल rings, everyone rushes to grab their पुस्तकें and make it to their homeroom. The hall is almost empty save a few kids scattered probably not planning to go to class at all and a boy, Sam Sommers, who I would normally notice. He was good looking, and he was nice. Defying probability, I slam right into him as he’s depositing his backpack into his locker. Not wanting to smash my face off the ground, I drop my binder, water bottle, pencil case, and text book to the ground as my arms reflexively shoot out to break my fall. Sam reaches out to steady me, the idiot who caused him to drop all of his things to the ground, so that we’ve got a nice collection of books, papers, pens, pencils, and one thing that I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to bring to class. A gun.
We mirror mutual looks of shock only his is paired with a red face and short shallow gasps as he reaches frantic to hide the piece. I just stare dumbfounded, like why the hell would आप bring a toy gun to school but I have this sick feeling just looking at it and his hands shake as he’s trying to hide it and I know it’s real. “Are आप ok?” I try to get him to look at me. I grip his forearm but I don’t think he even notices me. I hear him saying “oh God” obsessively over and over under his breath. “Sarah” he says “Sarah what are आप doing here?” ok, I’m definitely late for class now. “well ummm” I hope I don’t look too scared. “I was just heading to class. What do आप think you’re doing?” I shoot daggers at him with my eyes and mentally dare him to think of a good reason for bringing a freaking gun to school. “I- … just go, please go, I’m going. I’m not staying here for this…” he says and trails off into silence. “For what?” I ask. He steps closer to me but his hands are empty so I stiffen but don’t हटाइए away. He’s so serious right now, his green eyes are bright and crazed as he stares at me. “Please. Don’t. Tell. Anyone.” He starts to walk away. Now what do I do? I can’t ignore this. या can I? Of course I can’t, what’s wrong with me. What if he used that gun? Shot someone, and I could have stopped him. That would be unbearable. Im फ्रोज़न in shock until he disappears from sight down the hall. What the hell is happening here? Am I dreaming? I almost pinch myself but I know im being ridiculous and this is very real. I hurridly gather my things from the floor and turn to shove them back in my locker. I definitely cant go to class now. I couldn’t be able to concentrate anyways. I run down the hall out the front door of the school. I’m going to find Sam. I don’t know how या if I even should, but I cant stop myself.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I slam the snooze. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh. Monday. I could say I hate Mondays but honestly I hate everyday I have to wake up before the sun. Grudgingly, I sleep walk out of बिस्तर looking like a zombie only worse, I throw on clothes. Jeans and a sweater. Really nothing impressive but it’ll get me through school. I go to the bathroom to brush my hair but it doesn’t do much, in fact I think it looks worse. I throw my hair up in a टट्टू tail and spend a little और time on my makeup to make up for my rushed and uncooperative hair. With my eyes still half closed, I apply shadow, liner, and mascara. I dab on some tinted lip balm and द्वारा the time I snap out of the early morning haze I’m at school. Everything is the same every single morning. A few “hey sarah!”s pointed my way. Lockers slamming, kids laughing, talking, making out in the middle of the hallway like they’re alone when it’s disgustingly obvious that they’re not. When the घंटी, बेल rings, everyone rushes to grab their पुस्तकें and make it to their homeroom. The hall is almost empty save a few kids scattered probably not planning to go to class at all and a boy, Sam Sommers, who I would normally notice. He was good looking, and he was nice. Defying probability, I slam right into him as he’s depositing his backpack into his locker. Not wanting to smash my face off the ground, I drop my binder, water bottle, pencil case, and text book to the ground as my arms reflexively shoot out to break my fall. Sam reaches out to steady me, the idiot who caused him to drop all of his things to the ground, so that we’ve got a nice collection of books, papers, pens, pencils, and one thing that I’m fairly certain you’re not supposed to bring to class. A gun.
We mirror mutual looks of shock only his is paired with a red face and short shallow gasps as he reaches frantic to hide the piece. I just stare dumbfounded, like why the hell would आप bring a toy gun to school but I have this sick feeling just looking at it and his hands shake as he’s trying to hide it and I know it’s real. “Are आप ok?” I try to get him to look at me. I grip his forearm but I don’t think he even notices me. I hear him saying “oh God” obsessively over and over under his breath. “Sarah” he says “Sarah what are आप doing here?” ok, I’m definitely late for class now. “well ummm” I hope I don’t look too scared. “I was just heading to class. What do आप think you’re doing?” I shoot daggers at him with my eyes and mentally dare him to think of a good reason for bringing a freaking gun to school. “I- … just go, please go, I’m going. I’m not staying here for this…” he says and trails off into silence. “For what?” I ask. He steps closer to me but his hands are empty so I stiffen but don’t हटाइए away. He’s so serious right now, his green eyes are bright and crazed as he stares at me. “Please. Don’t. Tell. Anyone.” He starts to walk away. Now what do I do? I can’t ignore this. या can I? Of course I can’t, what’s wrong with me. What if he used that gun? Shot someone, and I could have stopped him. That would be unbearable. Im फ्रोज़न in shock until he disappears from sight down the hall. What the hell is happening here? Am I dreaming? I almost pinch myself but I know im being ridiculous and this is very real. I hurridly gather my things from the floor and turn to shove them back in my locker. I definitely cant go to class now. I couldn’t be able to concentrate anyways. I run down the hall out the front door of the school. I’m going to find Sam. I don’t know how या if I even should, but I cant stop myself.