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John B had just started third grade last week, and so far? It's been torture. He has zero friends, his teachers suck, and the food the cafeteria serves tastes like cardboard. On Wednesdays lunch for upgraded to not just tasting like cardboard but smelling like it too. But only on Wednesdays. Why? Nobody has figured it out yet and honestly no one wants to.
As day 7 of the new school year rolls around John B practically drags himself out of bed as he grabs his backpack and a banana to go. He walks out the front door and starts his walk to school. When he makes it to school he walks in to his first class of the day to find the room completely empty. Which was strange because he was 10 minutes late.
"Weird........" He muttered as he re-adjusted the backpack of him shoulders and left the class room. He walked down the hall hearing all the other under paid teachers teach their classes but his teacher nor his class were in sight. He decided 'no class, no school' and headed for the nearest door out of the building when he heard the speakers blare above him.
"this is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill." the speakers repeated over and over until John B had realized the fire alarm had been going off. As soon as John B's mind caught up to reality he bolted to the first exit door he saw, and on the way around a corner he blindly ran in to another boy around his age and they both fell face first in to the ground. He quickly shot up and once again bolted for the door but came to a rough stop when he heard yell behind him. He turned his head around to see the boy he ran in to still on the ground with his right leg laid out flat and an ankle clearly bending to far to the left to be normal. The boy was in a half laying down half sitting up position on the ground as he cried for help.
John B ran back to the boy and yanked him up as fast as he could, once the boy was standing on one leg John B threw the boys arm over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could to the door he'd been desperate to reach. After for what feels like an eternity, they make it to the other side of door, falling on to the pavement catching their breathes from the mix of panic, adrenaline, and sprinting to the only door they could find.
John B looked at the boys ankle cringing at the way It twisted much to far to the left, like the bones had just snapped. You could almost say it was kind of dangling, but that would be dramatic. Would it? John B doesn't know anymore. He looks around for help when he sees no one.
",what the-" this thoughts get cut short as his mind is filled with relief when he sees teachers running up to him and the boy. His science teacher, Ms Mosby, was the first one to get to him. When she took a look at the boys ankle John B could see the horror wash over her face. The longer she stared, the paler she became. And before John B knew it there was 2 paramedics loading the boy on to a stretcher.
After the ambulance had taken the boy, John B sat on the curb eating the banana he never had a chance to take out. After about 3 bites he could faintly hear two adults talking to eachother about what John B assumed was the alarm that went off in the school. The words John B heard next made him want to put himself in a barrel and send it off a cliff
"Turns out some kid pulled the fire alarm as a prank. Damn kid." One of the adults informed the other.
Being completely honest- John B was kind of an idiot, I mean the school was clearly not on fire and there was no smoke so it should've hit him sooner that the alarm was pulled as a joke. When you're hungry and have a banana in your grasp you tend to not pay attention to anything else, even if you thought it could cost you your life. Point is, No one died.