I focused on the steady drumming of my fingers on the keyboard. My eyes stung from exhaustion. I suppressed a yawn as I heard Sandra approaching me.
“Kaitlin, I think we should go. It’s Friday and I want to go do something fun. Plus, we have to go get ready for that Halloween party.”
I shook my head. “If I leave now then the newspaper won’t be out on time. I am not going to let that happen, again.”
Sandra gave a sigh walking toward the door, saying something about me having no life under her breath. I ignored her. I had fifteen minutes to finish too much work.
I had been so engrossed with my work that I hadn’t heard the door open. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I nearly fell out of my chair.
“Hey, have you seen Principal Harold?” Mark Williams asked me. His sandy blonde hair was stuck to his forehead and his face was shiny with perspiration. I looked at the clock above the door; I was supposed to be done ten minutes ago. Just then I saw Rocio Piguero talking to an elderly janitor in a navy coverall. I shivered at the look of him, with his beady eyes and crocked mouth. Rocio turned from him and walked toward the classroom door. Her white t-shirt was covered in a rainbow of paints, as were her pants. With a timid smile she asked us if we had seen Principal Harold.
“No sorry.” I responded.
“Well, then I guess I’ll go keep looking.” Mark’s voice was laced with impatience. He had just stepped out of the room when there were two long beeps over the intercom. We looked at each other. Weird, from what I thought we were the only ones in the school, apart from Principal Harold and the janitors.
A raspy voice followed the beeps. “Two beeps means two of you die.” Silence.
I focused my gaze on Mark and Rocio. Mark’s already pasty features seemed drained of the little color they had, while Rocio looked like she didn’t believe it. And I had to agree. After all it was Halloween; this was just someone’s sick joke. I was about to start collecting my things when Mark fell to the ground with a thud. Dark, thick blood started pooling around him. Rocio and I flinched back. There was no denying it, he was dead.
I found it hard to breath. This could not be happening. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mark’s body. From the corner of my eye I could see Rocio place a shaky hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. We had to get out of here.
Grabbing her hand I side stepped Mark’s body, but unfortunately one of my pink Converse stepped into the edge of the pool of blood. My stomache churned and I tried my best to swallow the bile that was rising in my throat.
With Rocio by my side we raced down the hall where there were a set of emergency exit stairs. I threw my body against the door, trying it to open it. It wouldn’t budge. I pushed with my hands, cursing under my breath when nothing happened.
Beep.
Rocio screamed. Before I could think of something else to say she started running toward the other end of the hall. I followed, but not before I saw the words won’t open in yellow paint.
I tried my best to keep up with her. My sneakers scuffed the floor, the rows and rows of mandarin – colored lockers becoming one big blur in my angsts. But I wasn’t fast enough. I could see the door closing behind Rocio just as I reached it. I heard it click into place. I tried to open it. Nothing.
Beep.
Dragging my eyes around the hall I took my next left. More lockers came into my vision and so did Principal Harold’s office. I was tempted to go and see what had happened, but I had a pretty good guess. Plus I didn’t have time. I tried my best not to imagine my fate like Marks.
I had just opened the glass door that hides the second floor stairs that led to the first when the lights went out. I swallowed the scream that bubbled in my throat. The big windows adjacent to the stairs gave me enough light to see.
I could feel sweat collect at the nape of my neck as I reached the first floor. I had taken the wrong stairs and ended up down the hallway from the school’s front door. I began to run. My heart beat against my rib cage and I tried to forget about the burn that filled my lungs.
I could see it. My freedom, my ticket to life. I reached my arms out in front of me. Something caught my foot and I fell, a mere couple of feet away from the door.
My body hit the cold dirty tiled floor hard. Getting on my knees I tried to ignore the sting that covered my body. I had just pushed the door open with the tip of my fingers when someone grabbed my foot. I screamed hoping someone outside would hear me. I turned a bit to see who the monster was.
The yellow paint on Rocio’s shirt seemed to be highlighted by the last rays of sunlight from the day. She tugged on my foot bringing me deeper into the foyer. Her face was malicious. I kept screaming, my throat raw now.
Beep.
“Game over.” The raspy voice said just before the rays of sunlight were blocked off by the closing door.
