"Fine then, Jacope, shun me, you won't be doing so if I harm your friends, and look around you, you're still in danger, and there's nothing you can do about it. So, what did you come here for, not to make kiss and make up, apparently." Eduardo narrowed his eyes and stared at Jacope. "You think you can kill me, are you going to beg for mercy, or are you going to try to make peace? Why are you closing your eyes girl, it's rude."
"Now that's what I like to hear," Eduardo stated when Umi replied to him with a "Sorry, sir." "Now that's more like it, Jacope, but you're not in a position to be telling me what to do, and you're a hypocrite for telling me what to do when you don't want me to tell you what to do..." said Eduardo when Jacope shook his hand. "And you, Matt, you haven't said anything, are you scared?" Matt mustered up his strength to speak, "No, you haven't asked me anything." "I don't hear the sir coming from you, sir, are you too proud to call me that? Eduardo was angry, and Matt did his best to appease him, "No, sir, I didn't want to appear a suck up." Matt said this, figuring Eduardo would know he was lying, but thought he would probably accept it anyway. Eduardo smiled and said, "No doubt."
(Matt, Umi, and Jacope are in the office with the gang leader, and you can talk to anyone in the classroom, or have followed us and just show up...)
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Camille was geting sick of being in the class room when the 3 had left camille snuck out with out being notic.She walked fast and down the hall with no sound to come.Her eyes looked around for momments looking for the 3.She heard vosies and quickly with out thinking leaned on the locker and inched closer to the room with the voises.She leaned just a little to see..she couldnt be seen.She listened to the covershaon vary vary carefuy to see if she could get ansers.
Matt sees Jacope's eyes widen and follows them to Eduardo's pockets. He sees the gun, and grips his own under the table. He lightly kicks Jacope, so he sees it, and Eduardo breaks the silence with, "Go, you have wasted enough of my time, I will send a replacement 'teacher" to your class to make up for the one that you," he looked at Matt, "killed with the gun hiding under the table. You stay here, you're about to find out what happens when you kill a member of the Latin Kings..." He smirked, and motioned for Umi and Jacope to leave. Then he stood and walked to the door, he opened it, looked to his right, and kicked Camille, "Scram!"
{ alright, Im gonna attempt a decent intro. }
Aubrey's breath came in short gasps as she ran into the gym. She chipped the soccer ball beneath her into the air and caught it. Her eyes wandered from one side of the room to the other, and her smile faded. She headed into the bathroom for a two-minute shower, and to get changed. When she walked out in her denim skirt and white tank top, no one was there. She sighed and walked over to the beachers. Her eyes widened.
How odd.
All the backpacks remained where they had been dropped, but their owners were no where to be seen. This was kind of creepy.
All of the soccer team girls had been calle dout of class for an early practice for an upcomming away game before the rain hit. It was a chilly winter friday, and they had all been glad for the chance to escape class at the time. She had been the last one out, preening her windmill kick to a graceful perfection, and come in about 10 minutes late. She went over all posibilities. She had been outside, where the overcomes where inaudible. Maybe there was a surprise assembly?
She began walking towards the big double doors.
Or maybe someone had gotten hurt, and they had taken her ot the nurse. Come to think of it, she had heard sirens nearby. A look of worry crossed her face, but she soon shook it off. She knew she would have known if one of her teamates was that injured, that was one of the soccer teams virtues. They were a team. She sighed with a sense of relief, and reached out to turn the handle. Then she noticed it.
Only for a moment did she worry about the red light glowing over the speaker box in the gym. Her paled face subsided to a blush when she remembered that that was the emergency light. It all became clear to her, this was a drill. Her eyebrow raised slightly. But...why wouldn't they remain in the gym? Her eyes widened as she noted the faint voice over the intercom. Not voice...voices. Her mouth went dry, and she backed away to the ball closet. Upon a further view she noticed someone outside the small rectangular door windows, and prayed he didn't see her.
The "someone" outside the small rectangular door windows pulled one of the doors open and saw Aubery. He was a tall and lean Hispanic man with a black tee and baggy green shorts. He said in a heavy accent, "What are you doing in here!?" He ran across the gym at her, an assault rifle in hand. There was the locked girls' locker room door on her left, and the boy's on the right. Bleachers were to her far left, and no way out except through the man.
(Jacope and Umi are leaving the office, Matt is still in there with the gang leaders, Aubery is in the gym. Everyone else is in the classroom.)
Eduardo held the door open for Jacope and Umi to exit. He made sure Matt didn't leave through one of the side doors of his office. He began to excite over the thought of killing Matt. It had been so long The Latin Kings had been lying low, waiting for this moment, and their plan was working to perfection. The police had arrived outside, but his men were all holding hostages and the police could do nothing. He sighed with contentment, and his heart began to pound as he thought of torturing Matt, mentally, not physically, and he always looked forward to this, and he was no doubt a master of it.