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Performance. I opened the door and could slap me for the head. A whole class was looking at me. The hour before my hour hadn't finished. Quickly I shut the door again and almost ran to the toilets. I closed a toilet door and softly I went to cry. How could I be so stupid to do something? I should have known the last hour wasn't finished yet. Why does it needs to happen to me? After sitting against the wall for 10 minutes finally the bell rang. I walked to the mirrors and checked my look. Well, I wasn't the prettiest but I could live with that. Slowly I walked back to the classroom where I was just on time for class.
During class, we could here some loud bangs. It came closer and closer and all of a sudden an alarm went off and the door was thrown open. A man, or should I say boy, stood in the opening with a gun. The lipsticks began to scream when they saw it and the boy looked into the classroom. His eyes met mine and then he shouted we needed to go to the back of the classroom. Everybody moved quickly to the back to be as far away as possible from him. Sirenes from police cars etcetera became louder. After sitting like this for ten minutes a cracked voice was heard. It said that we needed to stay calm. We were being hostaged. They were trying to get us as soon as possible out of the school. The boy started to laugh. 'Do they really think that? They are so dumb.' Said he. All of the time since he looked me in the eyes I had my head down. But I looked up for a second after he said that and again his eyes met mine. He began to talk. 'Well, I am Clyde. I came here for a reason. I came here to find a girl. And I think I found her. So, what are your names? You in the left corner, tell me what your name and age is and why you are here on this school.' He pointed at a boy who stared for a second a him and then quickly told what he had to tell. Everybody after him did exactly what the boy did and soon I had to tell him my name etcetera. I was scared. Now it was the teachers turn. She told everything. After she finished I told really fast what he wanted to know. 'You are going to fast, I can't understand you.' 'My name is Serena, I am 18 years old and I came on this school because my audition for the music study was apparently good enough. I sang and played the piano on the audition.' I repeated softly. Immediately one of the lipsticks began to talk about the fact that I was selfish to tell it on that way. The boy came closed and told her to stand up. First she refused but then when he got angrier she stood up and walked to him. In one second his arm was on his way to her face and she was hit on her nose. She fell at the ground and slowly pushed herself backwards to the crowd while she had her hand on her nose.
The boy walked to the front of the classroom again and everybody could feel the tension in the room. He sat down at the teacher's chair and began to play with his gun. That's how we sat there together for 4 hours. Nobody knew what would come next and nobody knew when we would be released or if we even would be released. It were 4 horrible hours.