Second Chances

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Taylor Adams was in the main hallway by the front office when the school announced a lockdown. Frantically she searched for a place to hide, but no luck. All the classroom doors where locked, and so were the double doors connecting the hallways.

She ran down by a row of lockers and searched for locker 322. Thanks to her brother, who broke his lockers combo lock, anyone who noticed this lockers latch had a small crack in it could open it, and few people pay attention to a centimeter long crack. Without fiddling the lock, she opened it and quietly and quickly, climbed inside.

She heard two gun shots fire down by the main office. Good thing she wasn't standing by the office anymore. Shaking with fear in hopes the intruder wouldn't find her, she closed her eyes and silently prayed she'd be safe.

Footsteps that were silent soon began to increase their sound. The intruder was getting closer. Opening her eyes, Taylor squinted her eyes to see through the slits on the locker. A talk slender figure was slowly walking by, a shotgun in hand. It was a man, maybe 6" in height. He looked in between 18-21. He was average size, with brown hair, and He wasn't a bean pole, or extremely large. Through his t shirt, Taylor could see what appeared to be muscle. Despite her predicament, Taylor couldn't help but find the gunman attractive.

He looked around the area and made his way to a double door. He pushed it, but it didn't open. Frustrated he walked back and forth in front of the locker. Losing his temper he kicked the nearest locker, which happened to be the one Taylor was in. "Ow." She said, and then slapped her hand to her mouth.

The gunman looked through the grate. "Open it. I won't shoot you." He said. Taylor undid the locker from the inside and stepped out. Almost tripping, the gunman caught her and helped her to her feet. "I won't kill you. But you're coming with me." He told her.

Taylor gulped. The gunman threw the gun over his shoulder on a strap, and picked Taylor up. Taylor was shaking with fear. "Ssshh. It's okay." The man told her, and he carried her out of the school and into a black pickup truck with no tags.