Here is another short story I wrote, before the most recent shooting. Any feedback would be super helpful.
Every Monday morning I would flick through diary praying I didn’t have to sit through another assembly, but trust me when I say assembly wasn’t even the worst part of my Monday. Mondays are the fucking worst, the weekend was over and my social life had to step aside so my studies could take over. The sky was grey, the streets were grey and everyone was grey. “Welcome to Britain, the weather sucks!”. I moped into school. Mondays might have been better for me if I had good lessons, but I didn’t. They all sucked. I mean all lessons suck but these particularly sucked. Double maths at 8am on a Monday. Uhhhh.
The girls were all lying around the common room as I walked in. Some asleep, but none awake. Scattered in between folders books and bags. Stuffing my dented and broken folders into my bag I joined them. Soon the teacher walked in, cheery?. If I didn’t know her I would say she was high on something not necessarily legal. LOL. She scolded us until we moved our ass’. The common room rolled it’s eyes. We all groaned. No one enjoys assembly, they should just cancel it. Putting on my straight jacket, oh sorry I meant blazer, I dragged by feet along the rough tarmac. Small stones flicked up into the watery air.
Shuffling in between the plastic pews, I sat down. The chairs screeched across the floor as people sat down and shuffled about. Checked my phone for no apparent reason, then found a mundane spot to stare at while I zoned out. Almost asleep, but not really, sports reports and announcements weren’t exactly the ideal lullaby. Blah, blah, blah, assembly dragged on and on. It was infinite; well thought it was.
AHHHHHH. Screams erupted from the back of the hall. Bang. Bang. Bang. Was that a gun? It was definitely a gun. There was running but the small doorway was preventing escape. My heart was about to explode without being shot. I had no idea what to do. Scream? Scream. But who was going to help? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. someone help me. I don’t was to die. No one wants to die. What to do? Fight or flight? Well ain’t going to fight someone with a gun unarmed. Fight? Not at this rate. The crowds were slow but hurried. So many fucking people. Shit. That was me. Was it me? I didn’t know anymore as all became dark.