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Bomb Threat
14 years ago
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We got one today.
Yup, around last period, roughly 2:25 but don't quote me on that, I'm on my merry little student-aid way to the copy room to put in Mrs. Martin's copy order when the intercom tells all teachers to check their emails. I think nothing of it, make my request then start to head back. I barely turn the corner and get down the hall towards the stairs to go back to the room before I hear the intercom bellow "ALL STUDENTS AND FACULTY EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY."
Well, immediately means immediately. So I went straight out the door into the front lawn of the school and grouped together with some of my typical crew: JP, DJ, and Cody. We stood for awhile and joked a bit about everything when we started seeing a black helicopter circling us.
Uh Oh.
That's never good.
Now we didn't know what was going on, but this wasn't our first mass evac. scare. The last one was a gas leak that kept us out for at least an hour. But that one didn't merit a freakin' helicopter.
So we get pushed back across the street into the neighboring woods. We stand there for a few more minutes before we get pushed back further down the street- towards the neighboring middle school. Me and JP split away from Cody and DJ- we hang tight for the rest of the whole thing. So we stand on the curb, watching the Silver Screen newscast scramble about trying to get information for a story- one of which, bless his heart, was desperately searching for batteries to start up his camera to catch the story as we moved, but didn't get the memo that it only took special batteries that were on the charger at school- and waiting for some kind of info. That's when I heard about what had happened from another close friend of mine- Paul, another one of the Silver Screen shutterbugs who got a bit of info from his dad about the whole thing: A bomb threat. We didn't know from who, just a bomb threat. That was enough to get us away from that school, which was what we continually did.
After awhile of standing around, we get herded on yet again- this time to the neighboring middle school itself. We stand in the front for a few minutes for everyone to catch up (Jp and I making light hearted cow cracks and meeting up with
kagewolf13, Hailey and Ashley along the way) before we are once again moved down the hill and to the car pick-up line. I stand with Jp, his mom, and his little sister for a little bit as the teachers do a bit of head-count,(witnessing one of the best images of my young life- one of our frantic admins come speeding down the hill in a little white go-cart at the fastest speed the vehicle can manage), and then we too are eventually rallied into the gymnasium- nostalgia blast, to say the very least.
Hundreds of kids line the walls, floor, and entrance, our numbers spilling into the cafeteria as well- a middle school hardly the place the attendees of an entire High School. Jp and I take a seat on the floor at the end of the bleachers, by his mom, little sister(Whom he entertains with a video of My Little Pony he just happened to have on his i-pod- guy comes prepared.) and later a lunch lady I've become quite friendly with in my four years there.(Who had two fans on her- I think everyone but me is just prepared for anything.)
We huddle here in the smothering heat with no real news for about an hour or so, still watching the Silver Screen crowd hustle about, setting up cameras and scribbling down their stories and pulling kids up where they can get them for statements. Kids from the Kit Den wobble around, most unphased by the whole thing and just interested in all the new people surrounding them- watching them was entertaining as well.
Finally after hours of waiting, people start rousing as we get announcements informing us who can leave.Very very slowly, the gym starts to empty out as people who have called family members are let loose-- those with cars having to take rides as well, as no one was allowed to go back to the school at the time.
Getting a ride from JP, who's mom was nice enough to take me along, we stayed the longest. We spent some time with
fiendishclub-d, Kagewolf13 and others that toggled through as they waited to be released. Finally we made our way out, leaving a decimated and dirty gym floor behind us. (High-school kids are slobs)
We caught the tail end of an officer telling us that no one was to go into the school or on it's grounds, only to get their car and drive in the opposite direction of the school-- not in front. Anyone who disobeyed the rules and went back would be treated like criminals.
So eventually we are picked up by JP's dad, and I'm dropped off at my house.
/end short story
However, because we were heckled out so quickly and I was downstairs while my belongings were upstairs- I am home, while my stuff- my phone, money, i-pod, sketchbook, school books- are all still in the school. Oh well. I made it to the copy room and we didn't blow up.
Productive, I suppose.
Well, I'll chalk this one up to experience- I was lucky that I caught a hold of JP when I did. Not sure how well things would have gone without him.
Yup, around last period, roughly 2:25 but don't quote me on that, I'm on my merry little student-aid way to the copy room to put in Mrs. Martin's copy order when the intercom tells all teachers to check their emails. I think nothing of it, make my request then start to head back. I barely turn the corner and get down the hall towards the stairs to go back to the room before I hear the intercom bellow "ALL STUDENTS AND FACULTY EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY."
Well, immediately means immediately. So I went straight out the door into the front lawn of the school and grouped together with some of my typical crew: JP, DJ, and Cody. We stood for awhile and joked a bit about everything when we started seeing a black helicopter circling us.
Uh Oh.
That's never good.
Now we didn't know what was going on, but this wasn't our first mass evac. scare. The last one was a gas leak that kept us out for at least an hour. But that one didn't merit a freakin' helicopter.
So we get pushed back across the street into the neighboring woods. We stand there for a few more minutes before we get pushed back further down the street- towards the neighboring middle school. Me and JP split away from Cody and DJ- we hang tight for the rest of the whole thing. So we stand on the curb, watching the Silver Screen newscast scramble about trying to get information for a story- one of which, bless his heart, was desperately searching for batteries to start up his camera to catch the story as we moved, but didn't get the memo that it only took special batteries that were on the charger at school- and waiting for some kind of info. That's when I heard about what had happened from another close friend of mine- Paul, another one of the Silver Screen shutterbugs who got a bit of info from his dad about the whole thing: A bomb threat. We didn't know from who, just a bomb threat. That was enough to get us away from that school, which was what we continually did.
After awhile of standing around, we get herded on yet again- this time to the neighboring middle school itself. We stand in the front for a few minutes for everyone to catch up (Jp and I making light hearted cow cracks and meeting up with
kagewolf13, Hailey and Ashley along the way) before we are once again moved down the hill and to the car pick-up line. I stand with Jp, his mom, and his little sister for a little bit as the teachers do a bit of head-count,(witnessing one of the best images of my young life- one of our frantic admins come speeding down the hill in a little white go-cart at the fastest speed the vehicle can manage), and then we too are eventually rallied into the gymnasium- nostalgia blast, to say the very least. Hundreds of kids line the walls, floor, and entrance, our numbers spilling into the cafeteria as well- a middle school hardly the place the attendees of an entire High School. Jp and I take a seat on the floor at the end of the bleachers, by his mom, little sister(Whom he entertains with a video of My Little Pony he just happened to have on his i-pod- guy comes prepared.) and later a lunch lady I've become quite friendly with in my four years there.(Who had two fans on her- I think everyone but me is just prepared for anything.)
We huddle here in the smothering heat with no real news for about an hour or so, still watching the Silver Screen crowd hustle about, setting up cameras and scribbling down their stories and pulling kids up where they can get them for statements. Kids from the Kit Den wobble around, most unphased by the whole thing and just interested in all the new people surrounding them- watching them was entertaining as well.
Finally after hours of waiting, people start rousing as we get announcements informing us who can leave.Very very slowly, the gym starts to empty out as people who have called family members are let loose-- those with cars having to take rides as well, as no one was allowed to go back to the school at the time.
Getting a ride from JP, who's mom was nice enough to take me along, we stayed the longest. We spent some time with
fiendishclub-d, Kagewolf13 and others that toggled through as they waited to be released. Finally we made our way out, leaving a decimated and dirty gym floor behind us. (High-school kids are slobs) We caught the tail end of an officer telling us that no one was to go into the school or on it's grounds, only to get their car and drive in the opposite direction of the school-- not in front. Anyone who disobeyed the rules and went back would be treated like criminals.
So eventually we are picked up by JP's dad, and I'm dropped off at my house.
/end short story
However, because we were heckled out so quickly and I was downstairs while my belongings were upstairs- I am home, while my stuff- my phone, money, i-pod, sketchbook, school books- are all still in the school. Oh well. I made it to the copy room and we didn't blow up.
Productive, I suppose.
Well, I'll chalk this one up to experience- I was lucky that I caught a hold of JP when I did. Not sure how well things would have gone without him.
