Chapter three The genesis. The dawn of the evening. The beginning of the end. My story does not start happy. I’m afraid the ending is no better.
We started class with a simple warm up. A squared + B squared = the square root of 29834. Use the pythagorean theorem to discover the legs length in relativity to the hypotenuses’ square root. I don’t know either. Mother says I should look on the bright side of life. At least I never had to solve the ghastly problem. For a while all you could hear what the scratch of graphite on paper, the groans of frustrated kids, and the triumphant laughs of the smart-alec’s. Then there was a knock at the door. The boy was normal looking enough. Sandy blonde hair and green eyes. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I opened the door. He didn’t take more than three seconds. He grabbed my arm, still poised above the door knob. He twisted my arm behind my back in an antagonizing angle. A gun was shoved into my temple. No matter what, I can still feel it’s cold barrel on my head. Mr. Sariah shouts into a phone. The office calls the lockdown. It is too late. Too late for me. Maybe it is selfish of me to wish someone else was standing there. But I do. Anyone but me