Then the intercom croaked on with Mr. Berdan beginning to talk. “Ugh, more interruptions,” Miss Widler groaned.

“Good morning students,” It was strange, but Mr. Berdan sounded much like he did when he was speaking of Bianca’s death, “I’m here to tell you how one of our fine students here, Cody Hanton, would like to inform you on some key info.” We heard the sound of someone crying in pain for a second. All thoughts in the school were saying the same, What?

“Hello everyone! Now I’m sure you are wondering why I’m on the intercom. Well I’m hear to call certain people to report to the ISS room of the school. Would…” And he began calling name after name. The thoughts all changed, Hmm, I wonder what he wants me down there for?

What is this? Talk about random. He soon finished the list of names, “Oh and if for some reason you guys don’t decide to come or your class won’t let you? Well I have installed a bomb above the ceiling of each classroom. They’ll go off at
12:00. One for each kid not here.”