Janie's got a gun
The rumour spread through the dorm within hours. Everyone heard it. Even the RAs, though they dismissed it as just gossip. In fact, most people did. The room wasn't searched, not officially, and nobody asked Janie about it. They were too scared. Not that she'd use the gun on them, but Janie had always been intimidating. She was the girl who never participated, who always watched with cool disdain, who always had better things to do, who always had cooler people than us to hang out with. I guess nobody really believed she actually had a gun.
I believed it.
I had to find that gun. I waited until she and her roommate were both out. It didn't take long, neither wanted to risk spending time with the other so they were regularly out. They only returned to their room to sleep occasionally and, in Janie's case, to skip class. The room was messy. You know that expression 'it looked like a bomb had hit it'? That didn't even begin to cover it.
Where would I hide a gun?
I sifted through mountains of clothes and a veritable jungle of shoes, but then I came to the wardrobe - the only thing in the room that looked like it hadn't been touched. In the bottom of the left side was a shoe box. I opened it. Inside was the gun, small and silver, not exactly what I had been imagining. I picked it up and felt the weight of it in my hand, surprisingly heavy for such a small object. My fingers closed around it.
It was time.
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