Personal Essay: Dodgeball

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I was in P.E at the time. It was dodgeball today, as the big gym was in use for Band. Since my throwing hand was broken at the time I was a meat shield for my friends. I vividly remember drop kicking a ball across the room after it hit me in the face (Due to a short fuse when it comes to dodgeball.) when the alarm went off. “Sit down! NOW!” The gym teacher shouted. I found my friends and sat. “What do you think is happening?” Ethan whispers to me. “I am pretty sure that that siren is for lockdown.” I explained. We would later discover that a threat had been made to every school in the United States. The recorded message told us that there was a bomb in the school and after it was activated they would attack the schools with rifles. “Why …show more content…

I was unusually calm and trying to get my friends to calm down also. “Conner, get a hold of yourself and Ethan take deep breaths or you’re going to faint,” I said “And quit chewing your fingernails or you’ll have stubs instead!” I shouted to no avail. “Guys, I do not want to die in an attic with two idiots who are about to pee their selves!” That caught Ethan’s attention. “I am not going to pee myself!” Yelled Ethan. “Me neither!” shouted Conner. “TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.” I bellowed. “Do you hear that?” whispered Ethan, suddenly afraid. I did. Someone was coming up the stairs. “Well crud.” I exclaimed. “Hide.” I said. “What are you going to do?” Conner asked. “Well if I live through it you’ll see.” I said, positioning myself next to the doorway but out of sight. A man trotted through it. As he did I put my hands on his chest and pushed him over the balcony. He hit the ground with a thud. “SORRY NOT SORRY.” I yelled after him. I went to retrieve anything useful from him. He had a pistol, a rifle and… WAS THAT A HAND GERNADE? These people were not the untrained morons we had been told generally attacked schools. What were kids like us supposed to

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