Amaya: -already under the desk-
Emma: -pushes the desk against the wall slightly trapping you in there- now once you hear footsteps come in here dont breathe, dont blink, dont- in fact dont do a single thing at all. . . -she goes in the closet-
stares at the wall (sorry for late reply-)
-i dont feel like typing it out but you know gonna happen-
-insert 2 gunshot sounds . . . After a few minutes you hear more footsteps walking out of the classroom-
Amaya: . . . -wispering to her self- oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god ;w;
''holy shit...''
Amaya: ;_; we're ded
''i dont think so i thnk he left''
Amaya: do we get out . . ? Is it morning?
''i dont know...i dont hear any footsteps so its probably safe''
Amaya: . . Kay den -she would try to push the desk away from the wall- ;-; mind helpin
shed push the desk
