• My name is Bryce Holloway. Three years ago, the day my life changed had felt like any other day to begin with. But after 4th period the school was put on lockdown. No one knew why but they were scared. I was only 12 at the time. Before anyone knew it, shots could be heard. I remember the tears and screams all too well. I could remember my own tears. Before I knew it, everyone was dead. I sat on the floor, with tears in my eyes, waiting for the police to arrive. After a few minutes they did. I could still remember the camera flashes and the questions. That was back before my name was Bryce Holloway. My name had been legally changed to keep my identity a secret. Now, I'm a freshman in highschool. So far I've only had to deal with normal teenager problems like who I would be partnered up with today for my English project. I quietly walked to room 407 which was my English class thinking about which topic I could use. As i stepped inside the bell rang. Just made it. "Ah Mr. Holloway, just in time. Please take your seat," Mrs. Lane said. I sat down next to my friend Jessica. Alright I'm going to give each of you a paper with the name of your partner on it," Mrs. Lang told us. "Why can't you just tell us," lacrosse player Damien Reid said. Damien was possibly the most popular guy in the whole school. He was dating an old elementary school friend of mine, Kristy Heller. He was tall, about 5'11, he had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, he was a combo of Mexican and Spanish but didn't have an accent, also he was a major skater type guy. I received my piece of paper and read the name. I almost let out a scream. I had more self control so i sat there with my mouth open. "What, who'd you get?" Jessica asked. She took the piece of paper and laughed. "Oh my God, that is too funny good luck with that Bryce." Damien turned around and our eyes locked, as if we were dogs getting ready to fight over the smallest morsel of food. "So, got any ideas for the project?" he asked.

    I sat alone on my couch with my laptop by my side. Our project was to look up famous authors and poets. It was close to Halloween so the episode of The Simpsons mimicking The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe came on. "Hey that's perfect," I said to myself. I called up Damien and told him my idea. He said it sounded good and that he would come by my house at about 5. It was 3:30 right now so I decided to go to sleep. I slowly drifted off to sleep as the wind got faster and thunder could be heard.

    I woke up hours later. The rain was coming down hard. It was 5 now and the doorbell rang. "It's open," I shouted. But still the doorbell rang. "Damien I said it's open," I shouted again. The doorbell rang once again followed by loud bangs on the door. "Damien?" I called. I opened the door and was met by a hooded figure. "It's been a long, long time Bryce. Three years now, is that right?" The figure said. He pulled a knife from under a pocket in his coat. "Time to finish what I started three years ago."