I hear my phone go off as i groan and i wake up and pick up my phone and turn my alarm off. I hear commotion going on outside as i get up and sneak over to a window that is broken. "Get in the van!" someone shouts. "Im not doing what you tell me! I never will!" someone else shouts. I get to the window and see a police van with two cops trying to get a man into the van, the man is already handcuffed. "Get in the van now!" the tall and buff cop shouts. "Ill never listen to you!" the man shouts. The medium height skinny cop puts a gun to his head. "Kill me, i don't care! i would rather die than be in this corrupted world!" the man shouts. "me too bud, me too." i mumble. But i already know i cant give up, my mom told me before she left, that i would be the future of this world and that i have to stay low and hidden. I have to make sure that i surive this world. The cop pulls the trigger, the man falls dead. "just one less rebel we will hae to worry about, lets get back to patroling." the tall cop says. The medium cop nods as they get in the van and drive off, i look back at the man that is now dead just laying on the ground visible to anybody passing by. I feel bad for him, but i cant save him now. hes dead. Hopefully hes happy in heaven or wherever he is. i go back to where my bed is and grab my bag that has my clothes in it, i grab a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knees. I grab a bullet proof vest and a dark gray tee shirt. i take off my current shirt and put on the bullet proof vest and then put on the tee shirt. I change into the jeans i pulled out. I also grab a jet black leather jacket and put it on. I grab my backpack and walk over to my small closet i made in shop, aka idustrial arts class. I open the small closet and pull out my jet black and blood red colored pistol and my pocket knife. My pocket knife was specially made, the handle is jet black and the blade is blood red with silver flames comin from the sharp point on it. I put my pistol in my right pocket and my pocket knife in my left pocket. I grab extra amo and put it in my right money pocket. I put on my backpack and I go to the attic. I pull my hoodie over my head and jump on top of a roof. "Hey you! Get down from there!" Someone yells, i look and see that it was a cop. Shoot. I can't let them get me. I smirk a bit as i jump down and land on my feet. "Get over here!" The cop yells again. I smirk even more as I sprint off down the street. "Not today bud." I say as I take a sharp right, I take another sharp right then left as I climb up a ladder and hide on a roof and watch the cop walk past the ladder looking for me. "Hey kid! Cmon out!" He yells. I get up slowly as he looks up at me and shoots his pistol at me, I duck down to dodge the bullet as I start jumping from roof to roof. I see the school in the distance as I speed up and jump down, I hear the cop yelling. "Cmon, just get lost." I mumble as I take a few sharp corners and get to the school. I sigh in relief as I walk to my locker and put my stuff in it and head to advisory. I walk in the class room and see a few of students in the room as they look at me. "Look, it's the quiet girl." The buff brown haired guy named Alex says. I growl a bit and sit down at my desk, which is in the back left corner. "She never says anything." The skinny blonde haired girl named megan says. I sigh a bit in anger but push my anger away and ignore them. The five minute bell rings as everybody else walks in. The class starts as the intercom speakers speak. "This is a hard lock down, this is not a drill!" The principal says, i stand up. "Time to run." I mumble as the teacher starts telling us what to do. Everybody huddles in a corner and the teacher locks the door. "Idiots." I mumble as I get ready to grab my pistol. I hear gun shots followed by a bunch of screams. I don't have friends, therefore I don't really care who gets hurt. As long as I make it out alive, I'm fine. The door gets knocked down as a male student stands up and I pull out my pistol, the person at the door is holding a mini gun, i stand no chance. The student that stood up pulls out a pistol. "Nice to know im not the only one who carries a gun with me." He says. "Ive done this for bout two, three years now." I state as i shoot the man holding the mini gun. He falls as he pulls out a walkie talkie and speaks into it: "i need back up.". The make student grabs my fore arm and starts to drag me to the window as he breaks it. "Dont touch me!" I snap as i rip my arm away. He turns to face me. "Im a rebel, and i know you are too." He whispers, i flinch a bit.