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[color=thistle]"Ah, yes,"[/color] Tiny said with a soft chuckle, [color=thistle]"we were the absolute worst."[/color] All of a sudden, many great memories came flooding back into Tiny's head, and she couldn't help but smile. Sometimes she wished that she could just hop into a time machine to the past. [color=thistle]"Those were the days."[/color] As Tiny and Jude spoke, a young intern approached and handed them both a script. Tiny quickly flipped through the packet, only noticing a few changes here and there.

“This is the memorial assembly scene. There’s been a few changes, so take a note." Tiny nodded her head and tucked the script under her arm before reaching for a bottle of water from the snack table. "By the way," the intern continued, "I'm a huge fan of you both. When you kissed in season one, [i]oh my God[/i]!” Tiny almost choked on her water, unable to hold back a strangled laugh. Jude gave the intern a cold look, causing him to tiptoe away. This made Tiny laugh even more.

[color=thistle]"See you later,"[/color] Tiny said as Jude walked away. 

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The gymnasium was the almost the exact same as it had been ten years ago, only a few minor upgrades made here and there. Keisha had only stepped foot into the gymnasium about three times since she'd started working at Edenridge. Although gym was never her best class, being there now, surrounded by so many familiar faces, gave her a strong nostalgic feeling. The brief meeting between her and Kait still had her a bit shaken up, so on the way to the gymnasium she made sure to avoid passing by her class. The young woman had made it pretty clear that she didn't want anything to do with Keisha, which she completely understood. After the awkward conversation, Keisha made a mental note to just give Kaitlin some space.

Seeing her old classmates in the gym made Keisha's stomach flip. She could feel a few people watching her as she quickly made her way to an empty spot on the bleachers, so she kept her eyes focused on her shoes. Suddenly, she felt extreme discomfort, and wished that she'd chosen to stay locked away in her office throughout the duration of the assembly. “Please welcome my predecessor and by far one of the best men I’ve ever known, Mr Kerry Payne.”  Keisha slowly lifted her gaze and watched Mr Beau allow Mr. Payne to take the podium. “Ten years ago, something happened here," the graying man began, and all of a sudden she was propelled back to that very day.

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[i]Screaming.  

[b]There was so much screaming.[/b]

Keisha had been walking to the girl's bathroom when the first shot rang through the air, echoing in the silent halls. As if rehearsed, Keisha instantly sprung into action: sprinting into the bathroom, going into an empty stall, locking the door, standing on the toilet. Keisha held her breath as she crouched, her heart pounding and palms sweating. She could hear chaos erupt outside in the halls, teenagers screaming at the top of their lungs and sneakers pounding the floor as they ran for the front doors.

Then the second shot rang, and the girl in the stall next to her lost control of her bladder. Moments passed, and a few more shots rang out. By the time the police had caught the shooter, Keisha had chewed her nails down to the skin. The principal had come over the speaker to speak, as she followed a few girls out of the bathroom. Things had calmed down a bit, but the atmosphere was still tense. It was in that moment that she heard one of the crying teenagers in the hallway utter his name. "It was Charlie," the girl said between sobs, "Charlie Decker. He shot-"

In a just a split second, Keisha had taken off running. It only took her a minute to run down the stairs and towards her brother's Algebra class, but by the time she got there, it was too late. Paramedics, police officers, and students were circled around a spot in the hallway, so she had to push and shove her way to the front of them.

Her brother lay on the floor in a pool of blood, a gunshot wound in his chest. His left arm lay still at his side, and clenched in his fist was the bracelet she'd made for him when she was ten years old. Her big brother was dead, and now she was alone.[/i]
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By the time she snapped out of it, the speech was over, and her ex-classmates were making their way around, conversing and catching up with one another. Keisha's lip trembled and her eyes watered, but she held herself together. She did not want to cry, not anymore. Instead, she stood from the bleachers, and headed towards the gymnasium doors. [color=800000][i]Maybe I should've stayed in my office,[/i][/color] she thought as she wiped away a falling tear.