"Faith, wait up!" A young boy yelled over to his best friend.

"Alex, calm down, I just needed to grab my backpack, then I can walk you to the bus." A young girl, Faith, said.
Faith was a normal girl. She was the Emo/Punk girl in the ninth grade, and she lived with her divorced parents. She had two big brothers, and a little sister. She had an average amount of intelligence, and got a B in every class. All except art and choir/band. Those she got A+ in. She was kind of short, had long brown hair, that she straightened because she hated her curls. She had dark brown eyes, and had a nose ring. Her lips were pierced, snake bites, and spider bites. She loved her piercings. She was grabbing her bag out of her locker, when a bell rang.
"Fuck! Alex, why is a lockdown bell going off?!" She questioned her best friend of four years. He gave a worried yet puzzled look.
"Why ask me? Do you think I set it off. I've been standing here waiting on you."
Faith suddenly heard some girls screaming, and her friend Bella, who likes to be called B., ran over. She had streaks of tears down her face. Faith looked at B's spider bites. They had red stuff all over them.She noticed B was coughing up blood. No. B. No. Don't die on me. Please. Faith sat her down, and noticed she had a hand on her side. She was moaning in pain. Faith lifted her hand. She gasped at what she saw.Blood. Gallons of it, rushing out from her friends side.
"Bella! No, B don't die on me! Stay with me! Please!"
Alex then dropped. Faith looked over and screamed at what she saw. She had been so distracted with Bella, she didn't hear the bullets being fired. Her best friend had a hole in his forehead, with blood seeping quickly from it. "Alex no! Not you! No! NO! Noooooooo!!!" Faith was crying. Her best friends were gone. B had finally went unconsious and Faith could no longer hear her heartbeat, nor feel a pulse. She looked around. There were men everywhere. One turned to her, and she froze. Holy shit! No no no! This can't be happening! I thought it was fake!What she saw, sent her running, with her bacpack still on her shoulders. She ran straight out the door, right before it got locked. That's when she heard the intercom, even from outside.
"Find the girl. Don't let her get away. She's a killjoy!"

Hey guys its me. I discontinued my Johnnie Guilbert story. I wasn't really feeling anything with it. This story though, I think will actually work. Oh, I also found a new word for when I want you to vote. Taco. Don't judge me. Tacos are love Tacos are life. Same with votes. So can you please comment and taco. Thanks I love you mother truckers! (That's right I said it)

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