08-01-2007, 03:28 AM
I would have gone to the office, definately. I wouldn't care at all if people thought I was a baby, or weak or something, because really, when you think about it, the people who don't tell are the weak ones. They're too afraid of what people will think of them, or too afraid of the guy with the knife coming after them.
The thing is, I would most likely know the name of the kid with the knife, and would give it to the people in the office, along with the fact that I wasn't completely sure whether it was a knife or not. Knowing the people who work at my school, it would get taken care of and I wouldn't have to worry.
(One of the school guards, Mr.G, is all tall and big and stuff. He looks like a Mafia bodyguard or something. Of course, he isn't. But still.)
"And though I'll think of you, I guess,
until the day I die,
I think I miss you less and less,
as every day goes by...."