I tried to stay on the previous question. "So where do you want to go tonight?"

It was then I reached my classroom. Woodrow kept walking away but turned backwards to continue talking. "I'll tell you after class, Julie. See ya." He then disappeared around the corner.

I walked inside the classroom to see everyone's eyes burning through my sweater. The teacher, Misses Rogers, then approached me and said, "This isn't high school, Miss Raymond. Tardiness will not be tolerated with a handshake and a smile here."

I bowed my head in shame like a child. "Yes, Misses Rogers."

She pointed me to my spot at a table in the back. "Now sit down. We're about to take a test. Afterwards, you are to clean off every table and surface in this entire classroom."

I walked over to my desk and took my seat. Just like a good little puppy. The bitter witch then shoved a seven-paged packet in front of me with a Scantron sheet. "You will need a number two pencil and are not to write on my test, do you understand?"

"I understand, Misses Rogers." I may have been late, but she should've known by now that Julie the Wonder Pup always came fully prepared.

I opened the packet and began to fill in the answers on the sheet. Mrs. Rogers could be a nag sometimes, and that day was no exception. I don't think that she had ever been hugged as a child.

Twenty minutes into the class and I was only a fourth of the way through the test. That's almost a new record for me, but it also sounds a little pathetic. Besides me being late and getting my head chewed off by my teacher, today was shaping out to be really good. After my classes, I was going to head out to… well, wherever Woody planned on taking me.

A loud bang was heard out in the hall. The whole class shot their head up from the test and looked towards the door. Even Misses Rogers dropped everything she was doing. One brave student decided to ask the question; "What was that?"

Another teacher then knocked and immediately entered the room. It was Miss McGaffic from next door. She ran over to Misses Rogers. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I did," she answered. "The whole class did. What was that?"

It was then that the door opened again and he walked in. His name was Robert Flores, but I hadn't known that until after it all happened. He was in his early forties like me. I had seen him in school before, but I didn't know him as a friend. I don't that think really anyone in the class knew him. We thought he was late for the test. He had a backpack and a black leather jacket on. He stood at the front of the class and whispered over to the teacher, "Misses Rogers?"

The teacher looked away from her fellow co-worker. "Yes, Mr. Flores?"

The man produced a handgun from an inside pocket of his coat and shot the teacher in the chest twice. Misses Rogers gasped and then fell to the floor dead. The rest of the class and me immediately reacted on instinct and hid under the tables.

Flores stomped around the room silently for a minute or so. Miss McGaffic dropped to her knees and began weeping for the slain teacher. As for the students, we remained quiet as to pretend he didn't know we were under out tables or that he couldn't see us.

Flores pointed his gun pistol at the other teacher. "What are you crying for?" He kicked over a table to reveal four students crouched under it. "This is your fault too!"

Miss McGaffic stood up and tried to defend herself through her tears. "H-H-How is this m-my fault? YOU JUST KILLED HER!"

Flores squeezed a little tighter on the trigger of his gun. "Neither of you passed me. You know what that means, don't you?" He then fired a shot at Miss McGaffic's forehead; spraying God knows what across the wall and floor. She fell on top of the other teacher's body. The student's who had been "uncovered" from their table started to cry. Flores pointed his handgun at a thirty-year old named Tracy who had been amongst the small group. "STOP CRYING! STOP! I WILL BLOW THIS SCHOOL UP IF YOU DON'T STOP!" Flores removed his backpack and shoved it in her face. "Do you know what's in here? You don't even want to know."

He threw the backpack on the floor. Another student started to cry. Then shouts filled the room from my classmates: "Murderer", "You killed the teacher", and some other things being a Christian I can't repeat. Under all the shouting, I could hear the sound of Police sirens rushing to the school. Later on, I found out that someone had phoned in after the first gunshot that we heard in the hall. It was then that I knew I was safe.

Unfortunately, Flores heard it too. He looked at the corpses of his dead instructors and looked at our trembling bodies under the tables. He placed the barrel of his pistol under his chin at an angle towards his brain and pulled the trigger of his final shot. His dead body collapsed over the backpack he had thrown on the floor.

As soon as that final shot rang out, everybody rushed out of the door and into the hallway. Many of the classes had already evacuated, but not many towards the rear of the school. Woody was in one of those classes.

I ran to his classroom door to see that they too were taking a test. I began to pound on the door. Another student in the hall saw me and joined me in my senseless banging on the door. A student in the classroom, a friend of mine named Lori, answered the door; "Do you freakin' mind? We're taking a test!"

I wasted no time explaining details. "Everybody has to get out! There are dead teachers and a bomb in our classroom!"

Immediately, the whole class stood up and ran out. One student on his way pulled the fire alarm, which caused the other classes to evacuate also. I still don't know why I didn't think of that.

***

"We ran out and that's how it happened."

Arthur Rotstein pulled back a little on his arm to release some of the pain of holding his tape recorder in front of Julie for five minutes. "Thank you, Miss Raymond. I think this testimony will really open people's eyes on this situation. The Associated Press thanks you so much. I will need you to sign some documents saying I can publish this, though."

Julie nodded. "Yeah, sure." To Julie, it was still kind of hard to believe what had just happened. These were the things that happen in made for Lifetime movies and not in her real life. Three teachers were dead. She now knew that one had been shot in her office before Flores entered the classroom. Four people would not be returning to school now. Three teachers' and one student's lives have been lost.

It then struck her as peculiar: How do you flunk nursing school?