Lisa Gherardini

The Thinker and Will eyed each other. Gina had come into the classroom minutes after Kate did. She found herself screaming at The Scream. "AAAAAAAAUUGGHHH!" They screamed at each other. It was hard to tell who was louder.

Then, Gina did the first thing that came to her mind. She put him in a headlock. "Give me a rag or something."

"You think tying him up is a good thing?" Kate asked.

"Well, I don't have any other ideas at the moment," Gina said.

"Wait," said Mona Lisa. "He will calm down. He is just very scared about his painting." She turned to him, "The sky is gray out right now. It's cloudy and it looks like a storm is coming. You are safe."

"Are you sure it's not red?" He said.

"There are no red skies like your painting. You are safe here," she told the Scream.

The words reassured him and he stopped screaming and sank down in a red, plastic chair.

"Well, I guess we should close the doors," suggested Kate. Will ran to the door, and then forced a chair at an angle underneath it. "There, that will keep us safe from other people for a little while."

Then, she realized Mrs. Sanderson was missing. "Where's Mrs. Sanderson?" Kate asked. Once again, Will pointed. There she was, lying on the floor near her desk. Kate ran to her side, leaning over. She could hear her breathing.