Than it happened...

It never happened

No one knew what was going on. We just heard the sound of an alarm, and it seemed as if everyone just froze. We sat in class looking dumbfounded at one another . Even our teacher, Mrs. Weber, who always seem to know everything looked as if she was in a trance by the ringing of the alarm. I believe it was the scratchy voice of Betheny asking “Isn’t there some kind of drill routine thingy, like cross your hands and walk in a single field line, that we’re supposed to do?”, that snapped Mrs. Weber back into reality.

“Now, now students, let’s just remain calm, I’m sure this is just a dri-....” Mrs Weber started to say. Then came. “I THINK ITS A BOMB!” From outside the class room.

Pandemonium followed. I don’t remember exactly how I ended up outside . I just remember hearing the sounds of screams, chairs crashing to the floor, pleas to God as well as curses to our maker, as my classmates stampeded the halls to escape something that possibly could’ve been only a senior prank.

The sun shined bright. Almost blinding. My hands shook and I scanned the crowd to look for someone, any familiar face that could tell me what’s going on . Who. What. When. Where . How. So many questions I wanted to ask but didn’t have to because the same questions uttered in my brain was being asked out loud by my fellow peers. “Who found the bomb?” “Is it real?” “Where is Ashton Kutcher?”

The crowd was really becoming anxious . All kind of theories being thrown out, and just when we settled on it just being a senior prank. A voice behind me said, “A suspicious package wrapped in brown paper was found in the boys locker room.”

I felt as if I Mrs. Weber back in the classroom. I’d recognized the voiced but I felt like I’ve been pulled into the outer limits. I felt some weird feeling in my gut that, that statement meant that something bad was about to happen. In reality, deep down, I was hoping that this was only a senior prank. I was hoping that some how, someone actually did convince Ashton Kutcher to prank our school. For some reason that voice mad me angry. I snapped out of my trance and faced the speaker.

“Adam, why don’t you shut your face, making up lies, trying to scare everyone.” By this time, silence had engulfed the school yard. Time once again seemed to have frozen. All eyes on Adam. My eyes angry, waiting for his response. Praying that he’d crack a smile and laugh and say “got cha” but he never gave such emotion. His body language gave clarity that something was going on in the school.

To make matters worst, sirens could be heard approaching in the distant . “Did you find the box?” Cindy. A freshmen asked Adam. “No, Mr. Peters found the box. He said the box didn’t look lost, it looked planted.”

Sirens sounded closer. “Since when did a wrapper box automatic become a bomb?” Jerry the jock asked . “Since 9/11 Einstein.” Judy said. Everybody started talking at once .

I looked around scanning the yard. I noticed something was strange . “Guys!” Everyone paused. “Where are all the teaches?” Confusion sat in once again. Why wouldn’t the adults come out and join us outside and wait for the bomb squad . “Maybe we should go back in and make sure they are okay.” Said Jerry the Jock . “Go ahead meat head, but that’s a medal that I’ll pass on” said Timbo “Didn’t you hear Adam sit there was a bomb in the school?” “No I heard him talk about suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. If Mr. Peter dies, my trip to States nationals are over.” “Yeah?” Said Suzy. “Well, what if you die genius?”

The bickering continued for a while . The sirens seemed to get closer and closer . The sound become so loud that my head started to ache. Everyone was talking at once , I couldn’t think . The sirens , the noise, the yelling . Where were the teachers. Where were the adults . We needed order. My day was going bad, and it didn’t seem as if it could get any worst. Than it happened .......