Kristen shook with anxiety. She was trying her hardest to focus on the chalk board, but Jason sat to her immediate left. They had started speaking a bit more over the past few weeks. She felt the butterflies in her stomach nearly turn her over in her chair. Her eyes shifted to Jason, then nervously back to the board where Mr. Donahue spoke in a monotone voice. She hadn’t passed a note in years, but she knew that a text could get forwarded to anyone. The dramatic scene that may cause should be avoided at all costs.
She tried to draw a few stars on the outside of the carelessly-folded note, but her hands were shaking with anticipation. She thought back to her mother making her breakfast that morning, and how reassuring her voice had been. She never expected to long for her mother at a moment like this, but her heart longed for guidance. Bravery seemed so far from her now. Kristin made one final fold in the paper, then silently slipped it to the strange girl sitting in front of her.
The stranger looked at her questioningly, then privately opened the message.
“Please slip this note to Mr. Donahue. Jason has a gun.”