The Joy in Shooting People

Lunchtime started out as a crying fest. Every one of us had something to be upset about; the girls with their hoods on to cover their faces and rubbing each others' backs, the guy (there was only one,) clenching his fists and punching the table, his muscles taut, his breathing shallow. We were all just a little riled up. Then one girl got up and decided to go play the piano to make herself feel better. We all followed her. We listened for a few moments, and then the guy left, presumably to punch someone to releive his tension. Another guy came in, this one a guy none of us knew well, and listened with us. Then I took over the piano and played what I know of Road Trip, by Jon Schmidt, which lightened the mood considerably; everyone in the room started dancing to it and laughing at each others' moves. Then our guy friend started playing; slow-mo songs, dramatic and mysterious songs, anything off the top of his head. By this time, the original pianist and I were the only other people in the room, so we danced together, slow-mo'd together, and then had a showdown and shot each other. I killed her, 'cause she missed. Then I brought her back to life. We snuck around the piano, peeking at each other above and below it, over the pianist's head, around the edge of the keyboard. Then, at the same moment, she shot at me above the piano; I shot at her below. I lost my head, and she was crippled. Then we decided to lose the violence, and I chased her around the room, listening to her scream: "You'll never take me alive!" Then she slipped on the carpet and I sat on her.
This went on for some time. Then we heard the bell ring, signifying that the choir class would soon be arriving, and our dramatic pianist went to sit in his seat. My sister came in the room then, and began to play A Thousand Miles, by... well, I don't know who it's by. But she played it, and we sang along. I sang to our former pianist, I sang to my friend, I sang to the Lion who came in for his class, (but he looked at me wierd, so I went back to singing to my friend.) We danced together, our voices breathless, we danced with the boys coming in for class. By the end of the song, the Choir room was almost full, half of them watching us and listening. Then the bell rang for class to start, I said goodbye, put my shoes back on, (I had taken them off,) and went home.
What started out as a desperate attempt to comfort ourselves became a happy memory that will last us eternity.