Author's Note: Gun violence is a serious crime. I don't enjoy writing about it I just think that someone has too especially since it happens in big cities.

Disclaimer: All hail the makers of Boston Public.


Ronnie was barely aware of the bright light overhead as she felt herself move at a horizontal angle through the white halls of the hospital. Her vision was blurred but her nerves where on high and she could here Mr. Harper's voice in her trying to reassure her that everything would be okay. Ronnie suddenly felt a wet feeling on the back of her hand and she realized that the wound on her stomach was bleeding heavily and she wasn't a doctor but she guessed there was some internal damage as well. She suddenly heard the slamming of the doors open and darkness overcame her sending her mind into a serene mode where she could think about what had happened that morning.

Note: I know it's short but it's a prologue. If you want more then please review. It would be very appreciated when I create the rest of the story. I'm looking for a minimum of five reviews per chapter. Thanks.