Yui heard a loud noise, and the entire ground shook like an earthquake. The once quiet and relatively calm class erupted in cries of despair. and the teacher's face lost all color. Everyone had to assume that it was a bomb the murderer was equipped with. Everyone felt helpless and doomed, and there was no doubt the threat would be able to find them if they wouldn't stop screaming.
"Hey!" Yui yelled, but everyone continued to be in chaos.
"HEY!" She yelled again, this time as loudly as she could. The students slowly stopped making noise.
"We cannot live if we continue to talk very loud," she cleared her throat a bit because it was sore from trying to get the class' attention. She was beginning to have trouble communicating in English. "If you want to live, you need to be quiet. They will find us if we do not."
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
Tom's voice startled me. I turned towards him and then nodded. "Alright... I wonder why," I mumbled. The officer took me to a room with a computer.
"Alright now we've pulled up our records of people who fit your description of the murderer suspect. There are about twenty people who match in our records, just scroll through the pictures until you see the right one," he said. He sat down beside me as I started searching through the pictures.
I nervously looked at the clock. The school was still on lock down. The English teacher looked nervous. She was nervously tapping her fingers, fidgeting, and looking around around. I wondered how long we would be in the classroom. It was dark because the windows and door were covered. It was barely light enough to see. I took a small spiral notebook out of my pocket, along with a pencil. I began writing a song about being trapped, with no specific metaphor involved.
I'd been stuck in art class for an hour. There were no windows so only the door was covered. I was at my desk, drawing an in color picture of Jake, Lance, Hunt, and I at a concert performing. I thought about that show. That was our first concert with Jake. And we got named Fanciest Band after that. My thoughts returned to reality. I wanted to get out of that classroom. I felt trapped.
I stopped at one of the pictures. It was a teen who looked identical to the one I saw. Same hair, purple eyes. He was the same. I turned to the officer. "H-him sir," I said quietly. The officer looked at the man I had identified. "Back up miss. I've got to read his background," the officer said. I backed up while the officer clicked on the picture. A box of words appeared next to the picture. The officer quickly read everything and then looked at me. "Alright miss. We'll pull him into the station when we take you back to school," the officer told me. The officer led me back into the lobby. I looked at Tom and then sat next to him.