As the bell shrieked releasing the swarm of kids onto the hall I slowly made my way to my locker. Through the lone walk I contemplated what was going to happen. Toby ended our conversation last night on: 'I have something to tell you at school tomorrow...' It couldn't be good. I thought Toby and I were fine; We'd been dating for a couple of months and everything had gone surprisingly well.
Finally stopping my wandering feet, I stood in front of my locker and dialed my combination. 31...Maybe it's a surprise of sorts...5...I'm sure everything is fine....15...right?
My locker popped open as I stared blatantly inside. Grabbing the necessary books for homework, I placed them into my tattered backpack. Slugging it on my shoulder, I closed my locker door.
Toby stood behind my locker door inches away from my face. I let out a shrill shriek, dropped my backpack and jumped back. Taking a better look at Toby I realized just how off he was. Toby stood awkward and uncomfortably close to the lockers. His eyes bloodshot from the sleep that had been stolen from him. He seemed jittery and exhausted, something was aloof that he wasn't telling me.
"Toby? What's wrong you look terrible..." Toby's eyes flicked like he was searching for something. I reached my hand up and touched his arm.
"Toby..." I pleaded. My eyes burned from tears. Something was wrong. "What did you want to tell me Toby?" Again silence and my concern grew.
Toby grabbed both my arms and stared into my eyes with cold wide stones. "What I've always wanted to say was..." He was cut off by a deafening popping sound.
Someone brought a gun to school.
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