I almost died today.
Of course I am exaggerating a tad, but then again
hyperboles are in
fashion.
School is over, and the students naturally rush out to leave as soon as possible. A few minutes later, the principal suddenly makes an announcement, "
Code Red! Code Red! This is NOT a drill! Everyone get back to their classrooms and shut the doors now!". I was hanging back after class to talk with the teacher, and there were about ten of us left in the room.
Everyone gets pretty scared, and we all run to huddle under our desks. The teacher
barricades the door while we hear the sounds of rushing students outside trying to find a room to go to. At first everyone is scared of course, and there is a
creepy kind of silence. After a while nothing seems to happen, and so we are all bored at this point. Unfortunately the teacher decided that a game of
hearts was not allowed, so we were forced to whisper about our
imminent deaths.
After about an hour and a half, we got the all clear, and were finally told what had happened. Apparently some man had stolen a car, and was being chased by the
police, when he ditched it by our school. He ran out and was fleeing when he dropped the
sawed-off shotgun he was carrying. The police called the school and told them to institute a
lockdown. Still, the police managed to catch the criminal, and all was well.
Upon returning to my car, I found a mysterious
handprint had been placed upon it.