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The Message
All of the hairs on my arm stood up. I felt a chill right up my spine, and then the fire alarm rang. I didn’t want to leave. The fire alarm already rang once today. I reached for the sink.
“ALL STUDENTS WHO HAVEN’T LEFT THE BUILDING, STAY IN YOUR CLASSROOMS. WE ARE GOING INTO A LOCKDOWN.”
I checked the clock outside in the hallway. It was 2:23. I then rushed to close the door as I heard people walking by. I ran into a stall, and stood on top of it.
“Hi. It’s Sasha.
I know we are fighting.
I know you are mad.
Everyone knows you are mad at me.
But… Something is happening…
They called a lock down.
I don’t know why.
I’m freaking out.
I’m waiting in a bathroom stall.
I needed to leave class.
It was weird sitting next to people who aren’t our friends.
I forgot what class you have this period.
I don't even know if you went home, but please pick up your phone!
Answer a text. Do something!
I wanna know you are okay.
At least listen to this, so I know the last thing I told you was something about how much I enjoy being your friend.
I even remember when we met.
We were both in kindergarten.
We ran towards the same swing, and fought over it until recess ended.
The next day we apologized, and from there we were inseparable.
Something about how no rumor could come between us
I just want you to be okay.
There’s a gun!
No!
There’s someone outside. I need to keep quiet.
Ashley please forgive me.
Do you want to send your voicemail?
*YOUR VOICEMAIL HAS BEEN DELETED*
Ashley pick up your phone.
It’s Sasha. I hear guns outside the bathroom.
Please tell me you aren’t in the school.
I need you to answer something.
Send a snapchat
Text me
Whatever… Respond to me please
Forgive me please.
I didn’t mean what I said.
We’re going to need each other.
I’m sorry.
The first person I thought of was you.
Tell me you are at least on the third floor
I haven’t heard anything above me.
I don’t think the gunman has made it up there yet.
Tell me you are okay. “
*YOUR MESSAGE DID NOT GO THROUGH*
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This is a piece that I wrote after reading up on multiple school shootings. It was inspired by my creative writing teacher's assignment to write a voicemail. I turned the voicemail into a story I hope everyone likes.