I woke up God knows how long later. I was tied up to a chair. My hands were duct taped. A man in a mask ripped off my gag.
“Don’t you know that you should use your duct tape for good, not evil?” I said sarcastically.
The man took off his mask. It was Mr. Mulley, the principal. “What the fuck.” I said.
“You bratty kids are the most annoying ones I’ve had in my fifty years of teaching. I’m going to get rid of you all!”
He pulled out a gun and held it to my head. “You’re too late. Everyone else is already dead. All hundred fifty eighth graders.” He smacked me across the face.
He tightened his grip on the trigger. I closed my eyes.