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Kevin and I were walking down the hallway alongside each other to 5th period. When, out of nowhere, David Donnelley -a boy who was typically known as the school bully, and had completely disregarded school, leading to the effect of repeating 6th grade- had appeared from around the bend. He had a murderous, yet a sinister smile across his face.
Kevin and I had been best friends since we met in 6th grade. We both had almost every class together, so over the years, weâve really gotten to know each other. We sat near the door in 4th period so that once the bell rang; we would be first out, avoiding the stampede of other kids.
I had always been rather afraid of David Donnelley. He was never very studious at all, much less pleasant to be around. He made his friends because they were more afraid to be his enemy, or his target.
When he walked around the corner, everyone in the hallway had stopped in his or her tracks. Kevin and I had been in the front of this crowd of statues. At first I wondered why everyone all froze at once. Most people usually just continue walking. But this was different. In Davidâs hand, held a small, most likely loaded, pistol.
âHello again, loser.â David spat in my direction, his eyes looking directly at mine. I remained quiet. âAw, thatâs rude. You wonât even say hi to your old schoolmate since 3rd grade?â he sounded insane. He slowly lifted the pistol in my direction. All the color drained from my face. Kevin dropped his books down in front of him on the floor, and walked in front of me. He lifted his fists threateningly in the air, and said, âThis isnât fair. Grace hasnât even got anything to defend herself. If youâre looking for a fight, donât touch her. Iâll fight you.â
David seemed amused. He adjusted his head around Kevinâs body in order to, once again, look into my eyes. âI get it, Grace. Youâve gotten yourself a boyfriend!â he paused and looked back at Kevin. âAlright. Iâll bite.â David put his gun in his jacket pocket, and walked towards Kevin, and raised his fists to match Kevinâs. Kevin looked much more afraid than David.
It wasnât until now that I realized everyone had left and gone to class. The classroom doors were shut now to keep hallway noise out. Teachers had no idea we were out here. Now I was worried.
David continued, âon the count of 3.â He laughed, ââŠ1âŠ2â at this point he quickly pulled out his gun and shot at Kevinâs leg. A loud cry of pain rang throughout the school. But it wasnât Kevinâs. He only hit the ground and grabbed his leg in horrible pain. It was I who screamed. At this point at least seven teachers looked out into the hallway to see what happened. They saw David with the gun, but he was running towards the staircase down the exit.
The teachers yelled in surprise. âOH MY GODâ screamed Ms. Green. âWHAT HAPPENED?â asked Mr. Knight. âWHAT DID YOU DO?â accused Ms. Finnigan, glaring at me.
But I couldnât here any of it. The ringing in my ears from the gunshot deafened me, and I was almost blinded by my own tears. I didnât know what to say. I only instinctively crouched down and grasped Kevinâs right hand with both of mine.
I managed to wipe away my tears, and finally saw how dazed and taken aback Kevin looked. He looked determined into my eyes. I managed to get out, âAre you okay? Where are you hurt?â He looked down to his leg and let go of the injury to see the damage. When he removed his hand he yelped in terrible throbbing pain.
His blood soaked his left pant leg. I almost threw up when I saw it. âOh, KevinâŠâ
I looked at him one last time, and dropped my head. âStop it, please. I can barely take the pain now. Donât make me have to see you miserable. I couldnât bare it.â He begged through gritted teeth.
I raised my head back up, and noticed the teachers surrounding us, and the students peering out the door, their jaws dropped in pure awe and disbelief. Mr. Knight called the office and soon he yelled at me to go to class. âGrace.â Whispered Kevin. âYeah?â I responded. He continued, âIâm dizzy.â Then he passed out, and I caressed the back of his head in my hand to block it from direct contact with the school tile floor. The school nurses ran around the bend holding a stretcher. They had to rip Kevinâs hand away from me. I begged them to let me come, but they refused coldly.
The school seemed to be closing in on me. I scooted away into a small corner and buried my head in my hands. When the teachers came to help, I told them that I wouldnât move until my mom was waiting outside. I had to get out of here. I had splotches of blood on my shirt when I glanced down. I shoved through the group of teachers an into the girlâs bathroom. I immediately puked in utter disgust.
What had just happened? Everything just all happened at once. I was still processing what happened. All I realized was that Kevin stood up for my life.
I was too numb from the pain and surprise to come back to school the next day. My mom was afraid Iâd miss too much work being gone anymore days, so she told me to just keep to myself, and focus on finishing my work, and before I knew it, I was on the bus.
I walked into homeroom, quiet and content. I was worried Iâd be swarmed with questions too painful to recall. But, this was worse. Nothing was said. 32 kids, 64 eyes looked frightened and confused in my direction for an hour. Come 2nd period, slightly less. Some stared, most strained to look forward the entire time. These looks slowly lessened gradually as the day slithered slowly throughout the day.
The next day was Friday, the day where I was finally confronted. Amy Terrell, a rather clumsy, nerdy, but friendly girl simply put her arms around me and said, âHeâs going to be okay, Grace.â Thatâs all she said. She pulled back, her hands still on my shoulders. She continued âAre you good?â At this point my eyes watered. I quickly wiped it away to prevent further attention. Then nodded vigorously. âYeah, thanks. You know, I kind of feel like an outsider lately.â She let go, turned her head 90 degrees sideways. âOh? How so? âSeems that youâd notice how popular youâve become. If popular is the proper word.â She stopped to think. âTheyâve been the topic for a while now. Not that I donât agree this is pretty serious, but I personally believe a new subject is in order.â She smiled reassuringly.
Monday was better. I was hanging out with Amy at lunch, which was really helpful. She talked to me about Kevin at first. Then, she acted as though this had never happened! I thought I would feel hurt, but really, it felt good to think about something else. Something cheerful. My ears finally stopped ringing from that ear-splitting bang. Maybe itâs time to move on.
âHey, Grace?â asked Amy. âYeah?â I responded. âCan I ask you-â she paused, â-a rather personal question?â I felt slightly more uncomfortable. â âDependsâŠâ I answered, reluctantly. âWell, Itâs about Kevin. What happened? Really?â she asked, as though she were a talk show host. My throat became tight. âUm. Well, Kevin was shot. You know that right?â I recognized that familiar color drainage from her face. âUh, no. I heard he was beaten up. Shot?â I was surprised. âWait, how could not have known? Everyone saw. Everyone told. Didnât they?â She nodded, unsurely. âWell, thatâs not the story going around.â I couldnât believe what I was hearing. âWhat exactly did you here?â
âWell, It was right after 4th period.â
âYeah.â
âNathan Polly randomly came up and harshly shoved you over.â
âNo. Nathan? Heâs so nice!â
âKevin stood up for you.â
âWell, thatâs kind of what happened.â
âThere was a big fist fight and Kevin got really hurt. When teachers came, Nathan took off.â
âWHAT? NO!â I felt so bad for Nathan. Then I thought about him. How misunderstood this story has become.
âIs Nathan okay?â I asked, scared of the answer.
âNathanâs been given so much crap. He has a black eye, and a bandage on his arm. Which doesnât help his cause. I wouldnât talk to him.â
âBandage? Black eye? What are you talking about? He wasnât even involved! Does he stand up for himself?â
âNo. He just accepts it. He âapologizesâ all the time. But it doesnât seem that he really is sorry.â
âWell, duh! He wasnât part of it! Oh my god. Poor Nathan. I need to talk to him. Do you know where I could find him?â
âNo. He remains off my radar. As I said, Iâve been kind of scared of him lately.â
I was disappointed. But what I hadnât thought of was how this story had been all over the school for 4 days. Then the bell rang. It was 3rd period. âSee you later, Amy.â I had Home Economics next.
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