Death's Little Angels Read Free

shook her
head. This had never happened before. The students continued to
whisper amongst themselves as the screams and wails periodically
occurred prompting them to be silent.
    “ For the day of his great
wrath is come; and who shall be able to withstand it? Revelations 6:17,” a red haired, green-eyed girl
mumbled. The school required all of the students to wear khaki,
navy blue pants, and white shirts. She stood alone defying the odds
donning a long ankle length khaki skirt.
    “ Shut up, firecracker!” A
boy shouted his white teeth coincided with his tanned skin and
dirty blonde hair. Royal Carter, the quarterback of the Stoney
Central football team, opened his mouth to shout another insult at
the wavy, red haired girl. But another scream accompanied by the
breaking of glass silenced him.
    Drew watched anxiously as
Mrs. Westwood went back to her desk and pressed the intercom button
that connected the classroom to the front office. No one answered.
Mrs. Westwood then nervously rummaged through her purse. This is not looking good , Drew speculated.
    “ There is a storm brewing
outside but it isn’t a hurricane is it, Mrs. Westwood?” The red
haired girl, who spoke the scripture earlier, said breaking the
silence in the classroom.
    “ Tarynn, I am going to
find out what’s going on.” Mrs. Westwood looked up at the eerily
quiet students and reassured them. She held up her cell phone. “We
are all going to stay seated and not move until I call the front
office to see what is happening. Understood?” The students shook
their heads in agreement, while others stared blankly. Tarynn
closed her eyes and continued to silently pray. Her father was the
local preacher at the church in Wiggins and she enjoyed working
with the missionary group. Drew looked at Tarynn and slowly shook
his head. Little Miss save the world
Tarynn , Drew secretly thought.
    The door swung open with such force that it
sounded like a gunshot. The principal, Dr. Bradford, interrupted
Tarynn’s prayers and everyone’s else thoughts as he rushed through
the door. His head glistened under the lights with sweat. His
pupils were dilated and face drenched with fear. The principal’s
dry lips trembled with terror.
    “ Mrs. Westwood, I…
I need you to
keep everyone in this classroom. We have an emergency situation
taking place right now. Do not leave this room no matter what you
may hear, until I come over the intercom authorizing you to do so.
Our intercom system is currently down.” Dr. Bradford turned to
leave before Mrs. Westwood stopped him.
    “ What about the hurricane
drill? Hurricane Angel is expected to make landfall at any moment.”
Mrs. Westwood looked towards the window at the weather worsening by
the minute. The high winds were making a sound like a whistling
train. “It’s too dangerous to stay in the classroom. Our safety is
at risk.”
    “ After what I just
witnessed…. Hurricane Angel will be the least of your worries. No
time to explain,” Dr. Bradford said grasping for each breath, “Do
not leave! No matter what! I must go and warn the other staff!”
With that the principal powerfully slammed the door.
    Sue Ellen stood up. “Mrs. Westwood, what if
it’s a terrorist attack? Or a student who lost their collection of
marbles and brought a gun to school? Shouldn’t we lock the
door?”
    The vivid memories of the school shooting
last year in California brought chilling fear to Drew’s bones
because there was no where to hide in the classroom. It was an open
blanket space minus the desks. He pondered over where they would
take cover if needed.
    “ Yes, go ahead and lock
the door but everyone else stay seated,” Mrs. Westwood
directed.
    Mrs. Westwood pondered over what was going
on. If there was someone out there shooting the other students and
staff she needed to know. Not only was the safety of her students
at risk but that of her unborn child. She picked up her cell phone
to dial the front office with the intention that the