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rooms while the rest got the crappy rooms. I was in a class that had not been divided yet, so we got one that was about average (which mean that the ceiling was only caving in, not completely gone).
    When we arrived to Miss Curtiss’s room, the door was shut, but we could make out shadows moving across the floor like someone was pacing. I heard frantic whispers like someone was trying to play a prank and jump out and shout “surprise!”
    Casey and I looked at each other, and Casey nodded.
    I mustered up my confidence and said, “How bad can it be?”
    I knocked. Between the second and third knock, the door swung open and I was staring down the barrel of an antique rifle being held by Miss Curtiss.

Chapter 2
    Casey whimpered.
    What happened next was a blur.
    As soon as the door opened and I saw the rifle, my mind instantly began to twist and bubble. Pain shot through my head and eyes , and then everything was clear. I could hear, see, and smell everything , but the pain was very much there and barely tolerable.
    I could hear the individual breathing of five people. I could see Peter slumped in a corner with his arms over his head and the reflection of Abigail in the window in the back of the room. She was standing behind the now open door holding a pistol, looking like she would pop out around the door if needed.
    I smelled the makeup that Miss Curtis had plastered to her face, the sweet smell of Abigail’s perfume, and some other stench that I told Casey I would not mention.
    As soon as the barrel of the gun was fully lowered , I swayed my face out of the line of fire and swung my left hand up , pushing the barrel towards the roof.
    I then slammed myself in the door , behind which Abigail was standing and felt the door connect with her body.
    I had just noticed that Miss Curtiss’s eyes had not even reacted to what I did when my mind gave a pain so sharp that I had to close my eyes.
    When I opened them , things were back into full swing. The gun was still rotating up then down, knocking Miss Curtiss in the face and sending her spectacles across the floor. Miss Curtis s gave a yelp and stumbled backwards over a desk. I heard a cry from behind the door and then a thump as Abigail fell. The gun skidded a few feet away.
    Thoughts started to race through my head. Why are Miss Curtiss and Abigail trying to kill us? How did I just do that? Should I run? What about Peter?
    There was no way we could outrun bullets , and there was no way I was going to leave Peter there alone with the gun wielding women .
    “ Casey! Get the guns! ” I yelled.
    Casey snapped out of it and launched himself over the desk where Miss Curtiss still laid stunned . He started wrestling the rifle from her hands.
    I ran towards the pistol Abigail had dropped , but, just as my hands had wrapped around the grip , Abigail was on her feet and tackled me. By “ tackle, ” I do not mean she ran into me and knocked me over or we struggled. I mean she ran and hit me like a bull. I flew over three rows of desks and landed under the window. My head was spinning , and my body felt like lead.
    “ Stop it! Please stop! ” Peter cried a few yards away from the corner. His eyes were closed with his hands over his ears.
    Abigail started briskly towards me, pushing the desks to the side.
    “ Dalyn, put the gun down. This was a mistake , ” Abigail said in a calm voice, even though her expressions showed pain and anger.
    I pulled myself to my feet and was lifting the gun towards Abigail when she sprinted and pinned me against the glass. The glass started to fracture under the pressure , and I pushed with all my might against her. It was like she was a stone. She grabbed my hand that held the gun and started to pry each finger apart one by one. I tried to grasp her arms with my free hand , but all I could find was t he watch on her wrist . I pulled at the watch with all my strength , trying anything to give me leverage. Suddenly she stu mbled and let out a small cry.