It was chilly in the room as Janice threw over her blankets and slid on her fluffy slippers. It was 6:00 in the morning when she sat on her bed staring across the room at her closet figuring out what she wanted to wear, jeans and a cardigan, or sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt it was, if it was going to be a non-exciting, boring Monday, at least she would be comfortable. Monday's were her least favorite day, like most students. When she heard her mom call her for breakfast she dreadfully walked downstairs to go eat what her mom prepared for her. Waffles, her favorite. Usually her dad always cooked because her mother was a terrible one, but since he was away on business, he wasn't able to. Then Janice brushed her teeth, sprayed just a hint of perfume, brushed her hair, and put on her sneakers before leaving the house. She stood waiting for the bus in the frigid weather, there was snow on the ground and very few cars driving by. Every so often she would look back at her brother who had just woken up, standing in the window making faces at her. His name was Kent, he was seven years old and a total pain in her butt as she had described him so many times. As the bus pulled up to her stop,…show more content… A few minutes later, they knew that their lesson was not going to go back to the way it was. They knew because they could feel the attacker's gun bang against the door with a crack, crack, crack. The only thing keeping the kids separated from them and the attacker was the door, and even the kids could tell that the lock was not going to hold for much longer with the aggressive pounding that was happening. After about a minute of this pounding, the door flung open. When the door collided with the wall, there was an echo that pierced the silence and allowed for the children's shrieks to fill the
