The 12 Hour Relay Disaster

The look on Mr Scholes's face spelled T for trouble. He looked at the drive way and yelled, "Everyone in the class rooms!" Everyone started running to the closest class rooms. I was was trying to see what was happening but then 3 loud gun shots echoed through the field. I ran as fast as I could to the nearest classrooms. The sirens went off and everyone was panicking. I couldn't hear anything and I didn't notice people falling down behind me. I wanted to look back but I knew I couldn't. The temptation was annoying me. My legs stopped and body slowly turned to look at the bloody mess behind me. I hear'd motorbikes speed off in the distance. I ran to the Fraser street exit. My feet skidded across the cold concrete. I saw about 15 fat people on big black motorbikes speed past. They were all holding guns. They all had a badge on their jackets. I couldn't read it but I recognized The white angry bulldog. I raced up the path and jumped in Mr Bibby's brand new Jaguar. I found the keys and slammed my foot on the pedal. I zoomed down the drive way and out onto Fraser street. The pedal was jammed down I couldn't stop. In about 10 seconds I was in Merival. Suddenly I saw a bright light coming towards me. BOOM!!!