“One day in April I saw that a student in my class had a handgun in his pocket. He was showing off to a friend of his. I began to sweat.
I looked around in the class, but everybody sat with their mobile phones or talked with each other. Nobody in the class had seen him and his friend with the handgun in his pocket. My eyes were freeze at the handgun and I could slowly feel my neck became dry. I was afraid of he took his handgun out of his pocket and threaten people at the school. I looked at the bell. It was almost eight, so I could still come out of the class. I passed quiet out after my English book and took it in my bag. I went quiet up and walked to the door. Some classmate looks confused at me and ask where I was going, but I just say I don´t feel up to a lesson right now. When I walked out the class could I feel everybody eyes on me. It was nasty, because I feel like a big, fat, and damp rat in a cage. The hall was almost empty, but some students and teacher walked around. Probably at theirs way to the class. I hurry out to the main entrance, but several times think about to turn around and run over too him and took the handgun out of his pocket, but I was afraid for him because he was big and strong. I knew I had to tell a teacher it. I turned around and walked over to the inspector office. The trip over to the inspector office feel long. My step was heavy, but finally reach the inspector office. I knocked at the door. “Come in” could I heard the inspector said. I open the door and the inspector sat behind his desk and looked questioning at me. I close the door and sat me down. “There is a boy in my class, there had a handgun with him in school.” The inspector looked scare and confused at me. He went quick up of his chair and near run out of his office.
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