TWOSIDE

Sanely Rivas

Prologue

Stanely was doing what he does every other day, cursing the world for all his problems in his  life. Stanley is a major nerd so that doesn’t really help his issues, but besides that he’s an ok kid. He gets the greatest of grades and he's a nice and sweet person, but his dad has issues and well he’s a drunk so you could guess why Stanley hates the world. Stanely doesn’t know how to deal with this, so he doesn’t tell anyone. Stanley has a couple of friends so that’s a good thing. So you know that's not good or in the case of this story it's not good. Maybe you're wondering why it's a bad thing for this poor poor kid to have friends, well because of those friends this story I’m telling you happened. Those friends of Stanley are pure evil and make him do things in this story. I'm guessing why is this person telling you this? What did this kid do? I’ll tell you,because I’ve seen it all, everything I tell you in this book I saw with my very own eyes. My name is Miles Quin, and this is the story of Stanley and me, two sides of the same story. 

CHAPTER 1

It was a normal day at Gonzales high school, it was a nice and sunny day in the city of Santa Ana, my home town. I've lived here my entire life until the event but we'll get back to that later. I went to school that day and did what I did every day, I went to my first class which was ELA. My English teacher, who we will call Mr. C for short, was a cool and energetic teacher. He was always joking around, especially with this one kid. His name was Stanley and well he was a real quiet kid but every once in while I’ll say to him, he’ll respond with a quiet  “HI” and that would be it just a hi. People always bullied him. I've seen it happen, because those people always bullied me but I fought back. He didn't, he just let them hit him. After they were done, he would get up and just walk it off. 

He was a really quiet kid, he would never talk unless you said hi, but like all quiet kids there's something up with them. I’ve always wanted to be a detective since I was a little kid. It would be so cool to solve mysteries and find evidence for a murder but I would never guess I would actually become a detective. Stanley was a nice friend, he was really kind when you got to meet him. Most people didn’t really know him so they thought he was weird, which is why he got bullied and may be the reason why he did what he did. I talk to him alot since I’ve joined the chess club at school. I haven’t talked about this since I was interviewed all those years ago, when they found out I was still stuck inside the school and witnessed all the horrors there. I had other friends I would talk to, Stanley did as well. There was something about those boys though so maybe I could have stopped what was about to happen. I feel so guilty about what happened.  

Beside all of this though, this book has been a total nightmare for me. I have to remember everything I’ve seen, but it's a good thing at the same time for me, it's closer for me and those who survived. Now it's time to tell you what really went down, what I’ve had to live with for years. It's time to tell you the horrifying nature of these boys.

MAY/1/2002

It was the first of May, it was sunny, no clouds in the sky, but a small chance of rain, and eleven days till my birthday, but beside all of this it was going to be a horrifying day for all of America and all of the families where their kid was killed. It was the middle of 3rd period when the first gun was fired. We all thought there were fireworks nearby but it wasn’t. Next we heard screaming and the alarm went off.

 It said “THIS IS NOT A DRILL THE SCHOOL IS ON LOCK DOWN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.” WE had no idea this would happen but it did, I started to think about who was blasting kids, but I instantly knew who it was and I knew why.In my mind I was talking to myself, “It was those kids, no way it could be Stanley he wasn’t here today or maybe he was late!” At this point, I was getting ready to FIGHT OR FLIGHT. I was stuck in my ELA class, this class was fun, but became a room of scared kids filled with emotion. The shooters were on the first floor of my school blasting the cafeteria, all the bottom classes, and the kids in P.E. I wasn’t scared at this moment, I’ve prepared myself for this moment in time. I sorta guessed this thing would happen, I would have never guessed what could really happen though. I was ready for what was about to happen, I knew where to run and how to fight. I was ready for them, I knew that I might be blasted, but I knew that I had to help others even if it meant that I could get blasted.  

I was still in my classroom hearing guns being fired at those poor kids on the first floor. I knew what was going on, they were going to wipe each floor clean with no survivors, they were just a group of sophomores and freshmen, so no one would have ever suspected the babies in school. Then it was all quiet, no screaming , no bodies hitting the ground, and no shots being fired.

 They were done with the first floor. They were done with the first floor. Now I’m guessing you're thinking why aren't the cops being called, oh they did the entire dam school did but of course, the shooters planned for this, they cut the lines there entire shooting was planned. Which didn’t help in their case. There was nothing anyone could do, some kids went on look out which was kinda dumb but it was for their class. They were on the second floor and the screams were even louder this time. It was horrifying, I knew what I had to do in case they went to our class first, which is on the 3rd floor. I knew I had to fight back if I could. I couldn’t just wait for my friends and other classmates to hit the ground and die. I didn’t want to be any of those poor suckers that got blasted first, I needed to fight for the safety of others. People were running to the third floor if they could so each class had a plan on how to get kids to safety in case of this sorta situation.

 I’ll tell you the plan in fine detail, ok so each classroom was connected to each other so in case you were next you could escape and get to the class room that was next to stairs. It worked for the suckers that were fast but the slow ones got blasted before they could ever get to the class. We were supposed to stay inside our classroom, but there were always a couple of people who would be daredevils and try to help others but ended up getting blasted. The shooters were having a bit of trouble trying to get in the classrooms but they got into many of them. We have been in school for about three hours now. The cops got here, but there were like five or four shooters on campus, so they were having a bit of trouble trying to reach us. Our school was pretty big for a highschool though. The shooters as I said are on the second floor getting ready to blast anyone in their way, I’m still on the third floor waiting for the cops to get us. 

CHAPTER 4

As I sit in the dark classroom with every bit of light gone, I think about many things, how am I going to get out of here, why haven’t they gone on the third floor already, I’m I going to get lucky and escape, or will I die? Many questions were in my mind, I was wondering why this even happened, why this day, why my school. There was also the fact that I might get killed in all of this chaos. As I sit in the class, I see many people quivering, sniffing or just crying. People who I knew as tough were crying, that's how bad this was. People who were some of the toughest were crying and having panic attacks. I wasn’t, I wasn’t just about to give up, I was ready to fight those who might want to hurt me and my friends and classmates. I kept on giving myself hope. Maybe it was a little bit of false hope. As I sit and wait for the killers to get to my floor I think. I was sitting with a group of pals I knew from middle school. They were the closest friends I ever had, I’m not going to tell you the names, for respectful reasons toward the families. I was ready to die or fight if I had to, but now I wait and wait till the killers come. I was ready for them, for what was about to happen.

I’m so tired from waiting and waiting for the cops to get here. I might as well  just die already. I’m just sitting here waiting for death to come. Some people escaped, others stayed in case the shooters found them. Most people were sleeping, waiting and waiting and waiting for someone to help them escape from this hellhole. It's been about 4 hours now since they first attacked. We heard that the first floor had a couple of survivors, which is great news for us to hold on to. The swat team was on the second floor, they were getting closer to us. Finally I was getting out of here alive, I’ll see my family, and my friends! But unlike many stories, I don’t get my happy ending. The shooters went upstairs on the final floor. Footsteps pounding on the floor were getting closer and closer. 

There was a loud knock on the door and the voice said “This is the police were here to get you out of here.” We were finally saved. I could see my family and friends now, but my story doesn’t have a happy ending. As we were walking out of class, being protected by the police team. I was knocked out and everything went blank. Now my story doesn’t end quite yet but looks I’ve ran out of paper in my office so I’ll continue later.