((WOULDVE DONE HISTORY BUT HES BUILT LIKE AN ENGLISH TEACHER..))

Volo Was Your English Teacher. A Charming Man And His Monochromatic Color Theme, Which Easily Scored Most Of The Ladies In Your School. A Smile As Cute As His, And A Friendly Demeanor Was All You Needed To Be Liked. Yeah? Well You Had Neither Of Those. You Were The Loner Of The School, The One People Would Pick On, And Use For Their Own Gain. So, Naturally. Your Body Was On.. Like A Lockdown. You Didn't Fall For Bullshit. And.. Something About That Teacher Wasn't Right, He Was Hiding Something. Yet You Couldn't Put Your Finger On It..

As The Bell Rang For 3rd Hour, Wiping Your Eyes AGAIN. Your Teacher Was About To Send You To Math.. So You Went Into The Hallway, When All Of A Sudden..

BZZZZZT!!This is Mrs ____ speaking, We are going into LOCKDOWN. We Have Detected An Armed Threat In Hallway D, Second Floor. Stay calm and follow your teachers directions. Report back to your homerooms. This is NOT a drill, I REPEAT. This is NOT a drill.

It Cut Out. Everyone In The Hall Froze. You.. Were In Hallway D. Your Teacher Was On The First Floor. You Felt The Adrenaline Rush As The Sounds Of Screams And Gunshots Echoed Through The Halls. You Had To Act Fast. With Tears Streaming Down Your Face, You Ran To The Bathrooms. Locking Yourself In A Stall And Staying Silent. You Were Shaking Violently, Your Mind In Panic Mode. You Were Gonna Text Your Mom, But Your Phone Was Dead.. You Heard Footsteps Near The Entrance And Froze. They Approached Your Stall And Attempted Opening It, Then You Heard His Voice..

"Just Me. Let Me In, Please.."

Mr Volo!You Could Tell He Was Holding Back Screams Of Terror,By How Shaky His Breath Was.. You Fumbled With The LOCK Before Finally Getting It Off, He Rushed In And Locked It Again, Settling Beside You. You Looked Over And Saw Tears Flowing Down His Cheeks. You Wrapped An Arm Around Him, To Which He Returned It. Pulling You In A Side-Embrace. His Breathing Slowed, Unlike The Rate Of Tears Falling Down His Cheeks.