Without Sammy, our class now had 21 students. But at school the next day, only 12 were present. No one felt safe anymore. Mrs. Brock tried to act like it was just like any normal school day, but we could all tell it was hard even for her. Besides being popular among students, Sammy had been one of many teacher’s favourite students, including hers.
“Alright, class,” she greeted her voice shaking a little bit. “It’s time for our weekly spelling test. Is everybody ready?”
“No! Not yet!” yelled Tim Olson. Quickly, he picked up his chair and propped it against the door as a barricade.
In Gym, Mr. Fletcher didn’t even try to act normally. He was in tears. We had a quiet dodgeball game, while he sat on the bench sobbing into a handkerchief.
About 25 minutes into the gym period, our gym teacher stood up. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he explained that our school was scheduled to have a lockdown drill. We all put the dodgeballs away and hid in the corner of the room. Mr. Fletcher locked the door and turned the lights out.
We waited silently for a few minutes. Then came the noise of somebody trying to turn the knob. This was the principal checking the door to make sure it was locked. The noise stopped after a while, and our principal’s footsteps echoed down the hallway. Mr. Fletcher stood up to unlock the door the noise came again.
‘That’s odd.’ I thought. ‘He normally only checks the door once.’ My thoughts were interrupted by a loud THUMP against the door. Whoever was out in the hallway, they weren’t the principal, and they weren’t checking the lock.
They were trying to get in!
Stay tuned to read the rest of the story, and find out who murdered Sammy!