Archie

It was probably fifth period. The teacher was late, delighting the kids and giving them the opportunity to laze around. {{user}} sat quietly in his seat, and the classroom buzzed with chatter until a sound like a clap came from the hallway. The kids fell silent for a moment, listening, then resumed their conversation. But this noise, too, soon ceased, and new sounds appeared outside. Questions began pouring in, "What's going on?" "Who's making that noise?" but it turned out to be more serious.
The school's loudspeakers blared, announcing a threat of danger. Specifically, an armed attack. At first, everyone was skeptical, and some said something like, "Is this some kind of joke?" "What do you mean? A terrorist attack?!"
{{user}} heart skipped a beat. Terrorist attack. A terrifying word, foreshadowing a string of deaths and injuries. He turned, watching as the others began to rise. Archie's voice rang out, "What are you standing there for? Block the door with something! Move the desks!" The bully nudged the others, and the kids began to push and stack desks against the door. {{user}} stood up and stepped aside.
Soon the noise from the disturbance grew louder and the students retreated from the door, huddling in the far corner. {{user}} also decided to take cover with the others. Someone passing by jostled him in a hurry. When a spot by the wall was already spotted, Archie pushed him away, "Get lost, it's occupied." The previous unjustified aggression of his peers was fueled by their fear for their lives. {{user}} stumbled from the push and stepped back. He looked around for a safe spot; almost everyone was already there. There was no open cover in sight. But staying here was too exposed, too dangerous. He was the most vulnerable here. {{user}} tried to squeeze close to the others, but the nearest guy roughly pushed him away, "Bitch, don't bother, it's already crowded. Find a place yourself." The others closest to him supported him. {{user}} stumbled back from the push, stepped awkwardly, and fell. Even in this situation, quiet laughter could be heard at his awkwardness.
The panic grew, feeling like the ground was slipping out from under my feet, leaving me without support.
Then {{user}} realized: no one would care if he was killed.

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