Jefferson Senior High School was known for being a quiet school. The average grade for students who attended the school was a high B. Disturbances between students were rare, and the possibility of a fight breaking out was even more rare. That was why it was a shock to everyone when the new kid walked into the library with a gun under his coat.
John and Erica were spending their lunch break in the empty library, studying. They sat at different tables; Erica was not aware of John, but John sure was aware of Erica. He glanced up every few seconds, getting a good picture in his head. He loved the way one curl of her black hair hung down over her forehead, and in front of her eye. The urge to get up and talk to her almost over took him a few times, but his shyness kept him planted in his seat. He wanted to meet her so badly, and he was about too; just not the way he would’ve liked.
There were three people in the library when the new kid walked in: Miss. Wayne, the school librarian, John and Erica. The future couple were nose deep in their studies when – BANG! – The gunshot was deafening. Erica looked up just in time to see the now faceless Miss. Wayne fall to the floor with a thump behind the counter. She never knew what hit her.
Then another BANG! This hit John causing him to fall backwards in his chair with enough force to do a backwards somersault once he was on the ground. Then the gun was pointed at Erica. She concentrated on the gun. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her, but everything was going in slow motion (extremely slow motion). She saw the bullets in the barrel; she concentrated with all of her brain power on the bullets, and saw them turn a fraction of an inch to the left. She saw the trigger begin to pull back...
CLICK! To Erica the click was just as deafening as the two previous gunshots’. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Nothing came. The gun had jammed, and Erica was the one who caused it. The new kid, panicked, and ran from the room. Erica ran over to where John lay. He was hit in the chest. The blood was gushing out in what seemed like gallons. Erica put pressure on the wound until help arrived.
It took three weeks in a hospital bed, and another two in his own bed for John to recover from his wound. In those five weeks John and Erica had really gotten to know each other. She spent as much time in the hospital visiting John as he did recovering from his injuries.
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