A Tale of Sacrifice
By: Hayden Blowers

Journal entry 83 5/1/91

A lot has happened today and I am writing this in order to figure how all these things went wrong. Also in order to have this written down for the records as one of the worst days in Solemn Central Schools history.
Today was supposed to be a good day, one where we could all relax, but that isn’t the way it turned out. Actually far from it, but continuing on today was career day. I was having fun going from class to class visiting several different occupations, such as environmentalist, C.S.I., and some man who could tell the cause of an accident using math, all had guns. And at the end of the day was supposed to be the best one of all, the police. Mostly because they bring in the best goodies, like pens, hats, and other stuff.
Well anyway, I walked out of the lunch room and passed several kids who looked pretty sick to me, but I didn’t care cause all I had to do was wait and then I could go home. So I walked into the room and saw the policeman sitting in a chair facing the other way, that’s when it all went bad. One of the sick looking kids, a tall kid about sixteen years old with long black hair and a ripped blue sweater on, came up with a lock blade knife snuck up behind the cop and stabbed him in the heart. He probably died in a couple minutes. Before anyone had time to react he pulled the gun out of the policemen’s holster and aimed it at us. He stood their for a couple seconds looking rather calm. Then I looked across the hall to another classroom where another kid had done almost the same thing to the environmentalist. I realized not only did all the other police in the school probably share the same fate but the school trooper we had too. We were stuck as hostages.
The man pointed the gun at the teacher and said. “Pile the desks and cupboards up against the windows.” The teacher started to sweat and just stood their. “Do it!” yelled the boy as he put one round into the teachers chest. “The rest of you better do it or you can die too!” The boy seemed to be going crazy and it seemed like we had no other choice so we did what he said. I looked out the window and saw that people where streaming out of the school all running mad. They were lucky. I also looked at all of the other windows to see people piling desks and cupboards up against some window. “What a genius plan.” I thought. “They are blocking the windows to prevent snipers from opening fire.”
After we did so he told us all to sit in the corner of the room and that he was going to watch us. He took out the Policeman’s extra clips of ammo out of his belt and stood their watching us. Things after that got pretty weird. People started crying, at least two lives had been claimed, and who knew who would be next. We sat their and the boy walked over to a girl and yelled at her. “You’re one of them, the ones who made fun of me. Well if you could see your face now you would never make fun of me again.” I remembered how three days earlier the girls boyfriend had knocked the books out of the kid’s hands, and they both laughed. Then the kid shot her in the leg. As he yelled “SUFFER!” This was getting crazy. As we sat their for a couple of hours we would hear other gunshots and screaming.
Now I have decided to do something. My plan is to find some way to distract him then run at him and try and get his gun. This may be my last entry, although I hope differently, and I hope I can stop this before anyone else get’s injured, or worse killed. I hope that nothing this bad will happen in as such a small town like ours again. And I hope that if I do die I ,Jackson Scott, will be remembered as a hero.

After writing in this journal Jack waited. Then something happened the teacher started to
move. The kid ,confirmed as Jeremy Crest, then walked over and shot the teacher. Jack took the chance and jumped the boy. Jeremy turned around too quickly though, and got the chance to shoot Jack one time. Jack ran over and punched Jeremy and seceded to pull the gun from his hand and throw it to a different kid. Soon after the police entered the building and tranquilized the rest of the children who managed to steal a weapon from one of the policemen in the building.
After searching Jeremy they found a list of names with the title “Who to kill.” at the top. It is undeniable that if Jack had not taken the gun from Jeremy he would have killed at least four more people.
Jack who had retreated to a corner after this waited and prayed. He then died of a wound to the aorta. After this ordeal many kids in the school built a monument for their dear friend Jack Scott. He received his wish and will always be a hero.

hmm intresting