A plan is all we need.

My stomach still hurts. So does my head. I hate myself for wasting that chance. We would all be safe, We would all be safe if I just succeeded to call the police. I have to try. We all have to try to escape, or we will all end up like Stacey did.

I am sitting down on a chair. A couple of the people stuck in the library are sat around me.

"Are you all right?", asks a boy, about one year younger than me,

"Yes, I am all right, I love being punched in the stomach.", I say sarcastically, and the boy seems sad after what I said to him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean, but you know what the situation is. No one is calm, we are all scared."

"It's fine, I understand.", he answers, and goes to an other part of the students in the corner of the library.

"You are lucky he didn't shoot you like he shot Stacey,", says Berko, my friend, "I'm happy you are still with us."

"Thanks,", I answer, "we gotta do something to escape. We must think of a plan."

Everyone around nods.

"We might try to draw his attention and then knock him out.", says a girl called Leona.

"Seems like a good plan to me,", says Berko," but he must have thought of this before, it's risky."

"But we have to try," I say, "What we'll do, is we will knock a shelf over, this will make some noise, and we will hide under a table, and hit him in the back of his head."

"With what?", says someone, I don't know who, but it's probably a boy, judging it on the voice.

"With this", says Berko, and points at a hole punch, "that's what."

No one says anything more, we all know the plan. Now let's put it in life.

A few minutes later, we are all ready. I am the one who has to knock the shelf over. It is risky, but it's worth it. I walk towards the shelves very quietly, so the mad man doesn't see me. I count down from ten, just like we agreed. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. 

Now is the time.

A word can get you dead.

Everybody is screaming. We are all confused; is what we all saw really true? Is that really a reason to shoot somebody? For just asking 'What did we ever do to you?'. This man is a maniac! Since when do you get a job in a library to commit such a crime?! This is an absurd! Don't they do any mental tests before they let someone work in a school?! This is not possible. I came to this library everyday for three years now, and I have never even heard of anything like this. We must do something.

"Everyone line up and be quiet, or you'll be next!", the librarian, no, the maniac, says, "I will search each one of you, and don't you move, don't you say anything, or you will be dead."
He takes out everyone's phones. Understandable. Good that mine is in my bag. When he finishes, he calls out,
"Now everyone bring your bags. You all have ten seconds."
Damn it! Wait! In the ten seconds I will have time to call the police! I don't have to say anything, they will track my phone, won't they? This is my chance.
"Ten, nine, eight!"
I run. I take out my phone and look for the phone app.
"Seven, six, five!"
Oh no, I cant find it! Oh no, oh no, no, no! Where is it?!
"Four!", he slows down now, but not much.
I found it! My hands are shaking! I cant press the right buttons!
"Three, two!"
I have no time. I can't do it. I have to run back. I lock the screen and run. I got there on time. No one was late. Nobody would risk to be.
"And one!", he shouts, and looks under the tables to check if anyone is hiding.
When he searches my bag, he takes out my phone and unlocks the screen. He sees that I have tried to call somebody.
"Oh, no! Why, why, why, why? Who were you trying to call, kid?, he asks, "Mummy? Daddy? Or the police?
He punches my stomach. The punch is really hard. I fall on the floor. I hit my head on the ground, and hear a squeak. No one dares to give out a sound. Even me.

What did we ever do to you?

"Why can you not open the door?", asked the girl, not suspecting anything wrong to be happening.

"I can't, and I don't want to either,", said the librarian with a vile voice, "If I open the door, I will ruin my plan, and I don't want to, because I wanna put my plan to work."

Loud buzz started out in the library. Everyone is confused, puzzled, mixed up. No one knows what to say. I stand up, and walk to the librarians desk. Everyone is watching me.

"What do you mean by plan?", I ask, I am very anxious to talk to the librarian who just said something sounding like a psychopath's talk.

"I mean, sit down, and be quiet before I shoot your stupid head.", he says, after which he takes out a gun from under the desk and points it at my head.

I am scared. I am terrified. I start shaking straight when I see a gun in the man's hand. I sit down on the wheelchair I sat on when I was doing homework. Some of the people are screaming. I'm not surprised by that. Not at all. I would probably scream too if not the fact that I was gunpoint just a few seconds ago. Nobody knows what to do. What to do, what to say, where to go. There is no point screaming, most of the teachers are gone, and the teachers that are left are not in the same building as the library. Everyone is panicking. Just a few minutes ago, this was a normal day, and nobody expected it to turn out this way. Not one of us. Oh my god. 

"Please, let us out,", says a girl with blonde hair, Stacey, I think that's her name, "What did we ever do to you?"

Suddenly, the librarian takes out the gun and a I hear a noise. Like something really heavy fell on the ground. Stacey lays dead on the floor, with a black hole in her head.

This is not happening. It can't be.

A normal day at the library, or is it?

The library is very quiet today. Unlike any other day. Our school library usually has some noise, but is not a loud place anyway. There isn't many people inside, maybe that's why it is quiet. Most of us are on computers, doing work, as usual. Today is a day like any other day, but just a bit quieter. "Interesting,", the librarian says in his Eastern-European accent, "Usually there is some more people in here, isn't it?".
I almost laugh at his accent. "Yes, sure it is." I say after which I giggle very quietly, but of course, the librarian notices it.
"What are you giggling at kid?".
"Nothing, sir.", I answer.
"I can't see anything funny in here, are you giggling at me?" he asks.
"I just saw something funny on the internet, don't worry." I say.
"The school library is for school work, not watching funny things on the internet, do your work."
He stops talking for a while, and seems pretty annoyed with me, but that doesn't stop me from working on my homework.

One hour later, a girl whose name I don't know wants to exit the library, but the door is locked.
"Sir, the door is locked, can you open it for me please?", she asks, "I am in a hurry, I am already late."
"I don't think I can open the door.", the librarian says...