Teen Ink

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     Lockers slam and students call out to their friends down the hall. Teachers scurry from classroom to classroom, trying to keep their lesson plans from falling about the floor. A group of girls walk past me, shooting me death glares that couldn’t even kill a fly. These girls had once been my friends. But I’d made choices. Choices that involved erasing people from my life. Choices that involved rewriting my story. I shoot the girls a death glare of my own before turning up the volume on my iPod.
     Music fills my ears as I rest my head against the white concrete ‘brick’ wall. A loud scream causes a few heads to turn, but I just continue to turn up my music. It wasn’t until a bang fills the air that I shoot up from where I’m sitting. A thin cloud of smoke hangs in the air; a freshman boy lies on the ground clutching his bleeding shoulder. A pocket knife lays only a few inches away from his outstretched hand. Another idiot who brought a knife to a gun fight, I think as my eyes search the shooter’s face. Blank and emotionless. Just like the others usually were.
     What many people, especially the freshman, don’t realize is that Hope Field High School isn’t like the other high schools. It’s normal for us to have an average of five fights a day. Students are legally allowed to carry weapons on their person. People are used to running away from those that are armed. But not at Hope Field High. At Hope Field High, it’s the unarmed students that prove to be the most dangerous; it’s the unarmed students you have to watch out for. That’s what makes him and me so dangerous. That’s what makes him and me so d*mn powerful.