October 27, 2009
I walked slowly down the school hallways. It looked so much different when there weren't kids swarming the place.
Weekends. I remembered how much I loved them when I was a kid.
Like it mattered.
I was looking for a clue, maybe a knife laying around (I'm never that lucky), or something.
So far nothing.
Suddenly, I heard the screeching of a door. I turned around and saw Mr. Kerr peek out of his classroom.
"Why is Mr. Kerr here on a weekend? Not even the principal is here..." I thought as I made my way over to him, "Mr. Kerr!" I called.
He spun around, and when our eyes met, he made a horrified face. He took off down the hallway.
"Mr. Kerr!" I yelled as I started to run after him, "Stop right there!"
Mr. Kerr turned left, with no sign of stopping.
I ran faster, trying as hard as I could not to lose him, "Mr. Kerr I really don't want to hurt you!"
"It's strange, it seems like everyone at this school has done something to make them seem guilty. It's almost like an action movie." I thought as I gained on him.
Mr. Kerr made it to a door and threw it open. I got to the door and ran threw it before it could close.
He jumped in his car and started it before I could even reach him.
He backed up, fast. He ran into a gate and knocked it over. Then he started down the street.
I ran to my car and got in, starting it as I put my seatbelt on.
I backed up almost as quickly as he had, and took off after him.
I was gaining on him, almost catching him. But then another problem arose, how on earth was I going to stop him? Ram his car?
I pulled up right next to him, forming a plan in my mind.
Well, not much of a plan. I rammed the rear side of his car, he spun out and hit the curb.
His airbag had launched right into his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
I leaped out of the car and threw open his door. Then tossed him onto the concrete, putting handcuffs on him.
"Why'd you run?!" I yelled.
He didn't answer.
I pulled him to his feet and lead him away.