Creative Writing: Hickman's Room

behind them. Junior Nathan Scott and Nolan King, and sophomore Nick Stogdill. Apparently they had been upstairs in Hickman's room working on Dungeons and Dragons stuff when the cops had found them. Nolan said that they must have completely missed them and they almost passed them twice, but they had seen the computer screen light. They ended up taking them down here. Nolan looked at us girls and said “So how did you guys get down here?” I looked at him and just sat there as one of the art kids started talking, Jamie Stites I believe. “Well we were just leaving the room when these cops came in and started telling us to leave. He even said my name! I was like how the crap does he know my name?” Jamie looked at her friend in wonder. “I know …show more content…
I looked around the room and thought that if this was real I don’t know what I would do. Everyone who was in the room, besides a couple others and I, had gotten on the floor making sure they were out of sight from the one window and the door. Some hid behind the desk in the back and others hid next to the bathroom door. I think on the inside we were all freaking out because this has only ever happened as a drill and not for real. But a few of them were determined to not show it and try and keep a brave face on for everyone. Nolan and Nick especially. The stories that they told kept my mind off of what was happening and I’m sure it was the same for everyone else. As the hour ticked on, I don’t remember much besides the occasionally check in from Mary or Vinchattle. Most everyone in the room was still pretty calm, even after Vinchattle explained everything to us. Once the lockdown alarm was turned off, I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. I was so happy it was finally …show more content…
No longer than a couple minutes later, Mary walked in to take us down to the MPR. As we left the office, I saw so many kids and teachers walking down the hall with us. Some with glazed smiles on their face, realizing it was finally over. Some had a distraught look on their face and others just confused. The amount of people that were here thought scared me. I continued to walk down the hall and as we entered the MPR, I saw all of these teachers that I had grown to know and some I had connected with well. If this had been real and any of them injured, I would be devastated. School was, and is, my escape from home. It’s not like I had a bad home but this was just a place for me to really express myself. But I turned around, aftering hearing my name, to see the rest of the newspaper staff. Emma was in tears, Sean was trying to hand Aria and I our stuff, while also trying to make sure we were alright. The next couple of minutes consisted of crying, hugging, and more crying. It was really