Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 10:05:48 GMT
this is my A+ short story i had to do in english, year 9.
our objective was to find a real life article and then write a story about it, i ended up choosing the florida shooting - which was a very touchy topic, but would branch out the best of my ability as of now. now heck, it's been quite some time since i've done roleplays as humans, but this assessment took me sooo goddamn long i swear, and i think there's only two mistakes in there idek
i was surprised with my mark, considering i've never gotten past an A before!! xx
enjoy! critique and feedback is absolutely welcomed! i won't take anything offensive
heh also stay alert bcz i'm gonna eventually get sierge's backstory/history up!!
all work is credited to myself, other than the help of the florida shooting articles.
our objective was to find a real life article and then write a story about it, i ended up choosing the florida shooting - which was a very touchy topic, but would branch out the best of my ability as of now. now heck, it's been quite some time since i've done roleplays as humans, but this assessment took me sooo goddamn long i swear, and i think there's only two mistakes in there idek
i was surprised with my mark, considering i've never gotten past an A before!! xx
enjoy! critique and feedback is absolutely welcomed! i won't take anything offensive
heh also stay alert bcz i'm gonna eventually get sierge's backstory/history up!!
Cold Heart of a Gunman
What if you were in class; laughing, socializing with your friends and classmates? Just another ordinary school day... until the teacher locks the doors, demanding you barricade yourself by moving the tables and chairs to surround you. Discovering that you and your friends aren’t safe anymore. There’s something wrong. Shooting in the distance. Panicked cries and piercing screams. Only to discover that... they are gone.
Valentine’s Day, February the fourteenth. The day of romance and exchanging cards, gifts and flowers with their special ‘Valentine’. At school, it wasn’t the most beloved tradition. To be exact, it wasn’t what the movies made it to be, having large bundles of arranged flowers and cute, cuddly teddy bears to be delivered at school when you arrive. In fact, Valentine’s Day is just another day that the government make more money... Well, that’s what majority of our class believed anyway. I slowly took out my cracked phone in my pocket and the earphones in the other, I walked down the corridor of the school, neatly placing the buds in my ear as I trailed along, placing my phone back in my pocket as i started to listen to the music that began to play. My hand ran through and out my soft, brunette and highlighted, straight hair - briefly turning my head back to let my icy blue eyes wander down the hall of students, then turn back. As I slowly proceeded to my next class, I was soon accompanied by my best friend, Avery, who happened to be in the same class as myself ever since Year seven, five years ago.
‘Did your boyfriend get you anything ‘special’?’ I smirked in triumph, mockingly. She raised a brow, furrowing the other, attempting to hit me as I swerved away in surprise.
‘Ok, ok! Calm down!’ I giggled, straightening myself up as I quickly grabbed my equipment for class.
As we entered the classroom, both my friend and I forwarded down to the back, but were stopped when the teacher, Miss Smith called out and handed each individual in the class an exam paper.
‘Miss? What’s this for? We don’t have the exam until..?’ Avery questioned with confusion, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at the paper.
The teacher shook her head, deeming that it was simply just a revision sheet that was similar to the test. All of the other students sighed with relief, moving to sit down in their seats. As we sat down, we smashed into the work that was needed.
Half way through the lesson, everyone was laughing and having a giggle whilst the teacher sat at her desk, the ringing of her phone echoed the classrooms walls. The whole class hushed, leaning their heads seemingly closer to try and listen to the conversation - always eager to butt in when they had the chance. Miss Smith stood up, her face turning pale like a ghost. She’d hang up on the caller, exhaling as she walked to the door quickly and locked it shut.
‘Miss?’ I simply asked, my vibrant blue eyes full of concern.
Miss Smith turned her head to the class, looking at the students as if she was a lost puppy.
‘Class, grab the desks and place them at the door on their side. Do so immediately.’ Her tone became strict and harsh, but concerning and afraid.
The class stood up, including myself and grabbed all the desks without question and placed them on their side across the wall of the classroom. Everyone was confused, innocent eyes looking at each other as we by default waited for our next instruction. ‘Sit up against the desks and wall and be absolutely silent...’ She spoke with a quiver in her voice. As instructed, everyone sat quickly, some bringing their knees up to their chin and others relaxed as if it was a drill. Multiple bangs rang out in the distance, the whole class shocked and jolted still for minutes later. Miss Smith remained silent, placing her index finger on her lip as she indicated to be as quiet as possible. It seemed as if the bangs were getting louder and louder. Bang. Bang. BANG! It rang throughout the corridor, screams emitting from other classrooms in panic, whimpering soon coming from our own as the class covered their mouths with their hands in shock, tears streaming down their cheeks. It went quiet for a second, then came the lonely footsteps on the tiled floors, like the clicking of the bottom of shoes on a hard surface. The footsteps stopped at the wooden door. Knock... Knock... Knock... The man cocked his rifle, suppressing a laugh like a maniac.
His actions were malevolent and malicious, able to send a chill down your spine. CRACK! A gunshot rang through the classroom, breaking through the locked door glass window, a bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall, another bouncing off and smashing a light. Multiple bullets clashed through the broken glass of the door, the class shielded by the desks that were stacked like a shelter. I cowered in fear, shriveling into a ball as my heart skipped a beat, hyperventilating in sheer and utter shock, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My eyes continued to wander over to my other classmates as they cried and slumped into anyone that was sitting next to them or behind them. It went quiet for a few moments, before the sudden outburst of desks being smashed out and away from the doorway. The figure shouldered the door open and brusquely rammed the desks aside, it hadn’t occurred to us only seconds before that the man had placed his hand through the broken glass and unlocked the door from the inside. Everything was happening so fast, fast enough that it felt like time was slowing down. My ears rang and my vision was blurred with forming tears, unable to make out the actions of the man, only a lean figure dressed in black lifting up a large weapon and preparing to fire. It was hell. BANG! BANG! The gunshots started again. Some students tried to run for it, but only fell to the ground within the rapid fire of bullets darting across the classroom, crimson blood soothing out of their wounds from underneath them.
‘N-No!!’ I screamed out, trembling as I felt the wind of a bullet skim past my face.
As I crumbled behind one of my classmates, I heard him howl, starting to fall. I cried out as he dropped, but only thought to drop with him and play dead as the shooter had all of the intentions to murder every last living being or moving object in the room.
The shooting seized as loud, bellowing voices re-echoed down the stairs and started to move up the corridor, heavily kitted officers from the SWAT team barging through the school in search for the gun wielder. The shooter took one last glance at the bloodied classroom then dashed out. He was a cheetah, his legs taking him as far away from the scene as he could possibly go. The heavily armed men came rushing through the classroom door forcefully - unaware that the shooter had already taken off running, their fingers on the triggers of their guns, ready to open fire at will.
‘Stand up and hands up! NOW!’ One of them shouted forcefully, another demanding the same in a loud voice on the other side of the room.
The students stood up reluctantly, their eyes tear-swollen and still sobbing, hands quivering with fear as they raised their arms high up in the air. I stayed on the ground, scanning the room for a brief moment as a few of the students weren’t getting up. The boy who was in front of me wasn’t getting up, I sobbed and wept like a grieving mother over the body of her son, holding the classmate in my arms, shaking him desperately to get up.
‘Wake up!! Wake up!’ I exclaimed, my heart sinking in sorrow as blood started to stain my hands from his wound.
I was pulled up and off of the ground by one of the SWAT team members, telling me it was okay, telling me that everything was going to be alright. I struggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip to get back to the limp body but simply sank in the officers arms in defeat, drenching his gear and chest with flooding tears like a waterfall.
It felt like hours had passed as the group walked the halls of the school, surrounded by the officers. I silently stared into other classrooms as we walked past, the destruction unbearable as I looked away in agony, just managing to keep from bursting out in tears again. I walked next to Avery, who was unharmed.
‘Are.. We going to be okay..?’ She whispered into my ear shakily.
I couldn’t help but not answer, turning my head away in shame as I didn’t reply. She paused, then looked away with hurt gleaming in her green bloodshot and glassy eyes. We continued to walk and walk, slowly nearing the exit of the school building. I suffered butterflies, feeling as sick as a dog as we moved ever so closer to the doors. We were ushered out in a hurry, to still keep our arms up high and in sight. Some jogged, some ran and some walked as they left the school building. I paused, looking about slowly, something just.. Wasn’t right. Within a blink of an eye, time slowed down for the final time. BANG! I slowly brang my head around, eyes widening and mouth gaping open, my worst nightmare had come true.
‘AVERY!!’ I uttered an anguished howl and loud, sharp, piercing cry.
I reached out, quickly putting out my hands to grab her but shrieked, knocking the ground in pain. I grit my teeth, my vision blurred, muffled voices in the distance and a burning sensation creeping up my leg. My head would spin uncontrollably, knowing that this.. Was the end.
What if you were in class; laughing, socializing with your friends and classmates? Just another ordinary school day... until the teacher locks the doors, demanding you barricade yourself by moving the tables and chairs to surround you. Discovering that you and your friends aren’t safe anymore. There’s something wrong. Shooting in the distance. Panicked cries and piercing screams. Only to discover that... they are gone.
Valentine’s Day, February the fourteenth. The day of romance and exchanging cards, gifts and flowers with their special ‘Valentine’. At school, it wasn’t the most beloved tradition. To be exact, it wasn’t what the movies made it to be, having large bundles of arranged flowers and cute, cuddly teddy bears to be delivered at school when you arrive. In fact, Valentine’s Day is just another day that the government make more money... Well, that’s what majority of our class believed anyway. I slowly took out my cracked phone in my pocket and the earphones in the other, I walked down the corridor of the school, neatly placing the buds in my ear as I trailed along, placing my phone back in my pocket as i started to listen to the music that began to play. My hand ran through and out my soft, brunette and highlighted, straight hair - briefly turning my head back to let my icy blue eyes wander down the hall of students, then turn back. As I slowly proceeded to my next class, I was soon accompanied by my best friend, Avery, who happened to be in the same class as myself ever since Year seven, five years ago.
‘Did your boyfriend get you anything ‘special’?’ I smirked in triumph, mockingly. She raised a brow, furrowing the other, attempting to hit me as I swerved away in surprise.
‘Ok, ok! Calm down!’ I giggled, straightening myself up as I quickly grabbed my equipment for class.
As we entered the classroom, both my friend and I forwarded down to the back, but were stopped when the teacher, Miss Smith called out and handed each individual in the class an exam paper.
‘Miss? What’s this for? We don’t have the exam until..?’ Avery questioned with confusion, placing her hands on her hips as she looked down at the paper.
The teacher shook her head, deeming that it was simply just a revision sheet that was similar to the test. All of the other students sighed with relief, moving to sit down in their seats. As we sat down, we smashed into the work that was needed.
Half way through the lesson, everyone was laughing and having a giggle whilst the teacher sat at her desk, the ringing of her phone echoed the classrooms walls. The whole class hushed, leaning their heads seemingly closer to try and listen to the conversation - always eager to butt in when they had the chance. Miss Smith stood up, her face turning pale like a ghost. She’d hang up on the caller, exhaling as she walked to the door quickly and locked it shut.
‘Miss?’ I simply asked, my vibrant blue eyes full of concern.
Miss Smith turned her head to the class, looking at the students as if she was a lost puppy.
‘Class, grab the desks and place them at the door on their side. Do so immediately.’ Her tone became strict and harsh, but concerning and afraid.
The class stood up, including myself and grabbed all the desks without question and placed them on their side across the wall of the classroom. Everyone was confused, innocent eyes looking at each other as we by default waited for our next instruction. ‘Sit up against the desks and wall and be absolutely silent...’ She spoke with a quiver in her voice. As instructed, everyone sat quickly, some bringing their knees up to their chin and others relaxed as if it was a drill. Multiple bangs rang out in the distance, the whole class shocked and jolted still for minutes later. Miss Smith remained silent, placing her index finger on her lip as she indicated to be as quiet as possible. It seemed as if the bangs were getting louder and louder. Bang. Bang. BANG! It rang throughout the corridor, screams emitting from other classrooms in panic, whimpering soon coming from our own as the class covered their mouths with their hands in shock, tears streaming down their cheeks. It went quiet for a second, then came the lonely footsteps on the tiled floors, like the clicking of the bottom of shoes on a hard surface. The footsteps stopped at the wooden door. Knock... Knock... Knock... The man cocked his rifle, suppressing a laugh like a maniac.
His actions were malevolent and malicious, able to send a chill down your spine. CRACK! A gunshot rang through the classroom, breaking through the locked door glass window, a bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall, another bouncing off and smashing a light. Multiple bullets clashed through the broken glass of the door, the class shielded by the desks that were stacked like a shelter. I cowered in fear, shriveling into a ball as my heart skipped a beat, hyperventilating in sheer and utter shock, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My eyes continued to wander over to my other classmates as they cried and slumped into anyone that was sitting next to them or behind them. It went quiet for a few moments, before the sudden outburst of desks being smashed out and away from the doorway. The figure shouldered the door open and brusquely rammed the desks aside, it hadn’t occurred to us only seconds before that the man had placed his hand through the broken glass and unlocked the door from the inside. Everything was happening so fast, fast enough that it felt like time was slowing down. My ears rang and my vision was blurred with forming tears, unable to make out the actions of the man, only a lean figure dressed in black lifting up a large weapon and preparing to fire. It was hell. BANG! BANG! The gunshots started again. Some students tried to run for it, but only fell to the ground within the rapid fire of bullets darting across the classroom, crimson blood soothing out of their wounds from underneath them.
‘N-No!!’ I screamed out, trembling as I felt the wind of a bullet skim past my face.
As I crumbled behind one of my classmates, I heard him howl, starting to fall. I cried out as he dropped, but only thought to drop with him and play dead as the shooter had all of the intentions to murder every last living being or moving object in the room.
The shooting seized as loud, bellowing voices re-echoed down the stairs and started to move up the corridor, heavily kitted officers from the SWAT team barging through the school in search for the gun wielder. The shooter took one last glance at the bloodied classroom then dashed out. He was a cheetah, his legs taking him as far away from the scene as he could possibly go. The heavily armed men came rushing through the classroom door forcefully - unaware that the shooter had already taken off running, their fingers on the triggers of their guns, ready to open fire at will.
‘Stand up and hands up! NOW!’ One of them shouted forcefully, another demanding the same in a loud voice on the other side of the room.
The students stood up reluctantly, their eyes tear-swollen and still sobbing, hands quivering with fear as they raised their arms high up in the air. I stayed on the ground, scanning the room for a brief moment as a few of the students weren’t getting up. The boy who was in front of me wasn’t getting up, I sobbed and wept like a grieving mother over the body of her son, holding the classmate in my arms, shaking him desperately to get up.
‘Wake up!! Wake up!’ I exclaimed, my heart sinking in sorrow as blood started to stain my hands from his wound.
I was pulled up and off of the ground by one of the SWAT team members, telling me it was okay, telling me that everything was going to be alright. I struggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip to get back to the limp body but simply sank in the officers arms in defeat, drenching his gear and chest with flooding tears like a waterfall.
It felt like hours had passed as the group walked the halls of the school, surrounded by the officers. I silently stared into other classrooms as we walked past, the destruction unbearable as I looked away in agony, just managing to keep from bursting out in tears again. I walked next to Avery, who was unharmed.
‘Are.. We going to be okay..?’ She whispered into my ear shakily.
I couldn’t help but not answer, turning my head away in shame as I didn’t reply. She paused, then looked away with hurt gleaming in her green bloodshot and glassy eyes. We continued to walk and walk, slowly nearing the exit of the school building. I suffered butterflies, feeling as sick as a dog as we moved ever so closer to the doors. We were ushered out in a hurry, to still keep our arms up high and in sight. Some jogged, some ran and some walked as they left the school building. I paused, looking about slowly, something just.. Wasn’t right. Within a blink of an eye, time slowed down for the final time. BANG! I slowly brang my head around, eyes widening and mouth gaping open, my worst nightmare had come true.
‘AVERY!!’ I uttered an anguished howl and loud, sharp, piercing cry.
I reached out, quickly putting out my hands to grab her but shrieked, knocking the ground in pain. I grit my teeth, my vision blurred, muffled voices in the distance and a burning sensation creeping up my leg. My head would spin uncontrollably, knowing that this.. Was the end.
