You’d been waiting for this moment so long. Cheerfully you unpacked your camera to take a picture and then you realize the battery died. 

You’d been waiting for this moment so long. Cheerfully you unpacked your camera to take a picture and then you realize the battery died.  Letting out a pained yelp, you open up your camera and take out the battery.

You take it out and look it over to see if there is a charge.

After a moment you notice there isn’t.

Feeling your heart skip a beat you take out the battery and charge it.

Picking up the camera, you snap a photo.

The image is blurry and your eyes haven’t adjusted yet.

You turn the camera around and try again.

The picture is clearer this time.

Setting the camera down on the ground, you smile a little and take a few more pictures.

Stroking the back of your camera, you start to feel the sweat on your brow and the fear in your stomach.

You take a few more pictures and when you look up your hands are shaking and you can’t find the courage to take any more.

You give your camera to Mrs. Knott and you walk back out into the street.

Praying the whole way that you don’t see anyone who will ask you what you are doing, you walk as quickly as you can back to the church.

You go to your classroom and you sit down with the rest of the class.

Your teacher walks in and walks to her desk.

She tells the class to go to the library and stay there.

Trying to take deep breaths you walk out the door and into the hallway.

You are having an awful time breathing and you run to the bathroom to hide.

In the bathroom you press your palms against the cool surface and you breathe deeply.

After a moment you realize that you have to come out and face the rest of your classmates.

You go to your desk and pull out your math book and work on it.

Doing this you stop breathing and your hands start to shake.

You begin to sweat and you feel like you are going to throw up.

After a few minutes, you calm down a little and you try to focus on your math problems.

When you are done, you walk back to the door and you look around.

When you don’t see anyone, you go to your desk and pick up your camera.

Taking the camera in your hands, you slowly put it back in the bag and then you walk slowly back out into the hallway.

Seeing the other students laughing and talking, you feel like you are going to burst into tears.

Reaching the door, you turn around and try to find a place to hide.

Seeing a garbage can, you go and hide behind it.

Placing the camera in your lap, you continue to watch the other students.

After a moment, you see one of the students you don’t like walking by.

You feel like you are going to pass out.

Tears well up in your eyes and you look away.

As soon as you turn away, the other students see you.

Shrieking, they run towards you.

Gasping for breath, you let out a yelp and drop your camera.

It rolls under the garbage can and as you try to pick it up, the other students surround you.

You realize they are calling for Mr. Knott and Mrs. Knott, who are still inside the church.

Realizing that you can’t find the courage to move or even say a word, you let your body slump over and cry.

A few of the students look at you with pity and then one of