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    Then Samantha Gear kicked. Her lines were long, her posture straight, her muscles hard, her motion fluid, and her form perfect. She drilled the ball. Absolutely destroyed it. I’d never seen a ball kicked that hard. She made a forty-yard field goal that would have been good from over fifty, a length very very few teenagers can reach.
    “I’ll be damned,” Garrett grinned again. “Got ourselves a new kicker.”
    Just then, the outdoor public-address speakers blared to life.
    “ Students and staff. We’ve just been ordered by the Sheriff to execute a campus lockdown. If you are near the building, come inside immediately and you’ll be escorted to the nearest classroom. If you are closer to the parking lots and you have your keys, please get into your vehicle and drive home immediately. If you see anyone you don’t know, do not approach them. This is not a drill. The police will be arriving soon. I repeat, we’ve just been ordered by the Sheriff…”
    The announcement continued. Schools are scary places recently, with campus shootings happening more frequently, and this was as terrifying an announcement as I could imagine. We were much closer to the parking lots than the school structures, so all the coaches began bawling out orders, urging us to our cars. Kids sprinted off the fields, confused but convinced.
    Katie!
Where was she??
    But…she had no extracurricular activities today. She’s already home. Thank goodness.
    What about Hannah? I glared through the rushing mob of athletes until I spotted her across the field, gathering her bags. She wasn’t moving fast enough. I sprinted to her, weaving through the other kids, with a sack of footballs bouncing over my shoulder.
    “Hannah, we have to go,” I yelled.
    “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she replied. “I’m sure this is just precautionary.” I hefted the bags she’d been struggling with and turned towards our cars.
    That’s when they arrived.
    A heaving sea of humanity climbed over the ivy fence on the border of our school’s practice fields. Hundreds and hundreds of men. They were scrambling up the chain link fence and the vines and landing on our grass. Those who had already made it over were sprinting towards us, towards the school. It was a haunting, freaky sight.
    “Ugh. Who are they?” Hannah asked with disdain.
    “I don’t know. Let’s go,” I said with more urgency, and we started jogging towards the car. “This is obviously not precautionary.”
    The gangs of people behind us were shouting in Spanish. I risked a glance backwards. All the attackers looked hispanic. So this was a protest, one of the recent racial riots.
    “Vete a casa! No habrá problemas! Ir a casa o vamos a hacerte daño!”
    “Jackson, you okay?” someone shouted. It was Samantha Gear, jogging alongside us.
    “Who’s she?” Hannah inquired. For the moment, I ignored her.
    “Do you know what they’re saying?” I asked Samantha.
    “They’re yelling that we need to leave or they’ll hurt us. Telling us to go home,” she replied.
    “Good idea. Get out of here, kicker,” I shouted, leading Hannah into the parking lot. Samantha vanished among the luxury cars. Hannah and I found her car and loaded the bags.
    “Get in?” Hannah asked me, lowering into the drivers seat. Jeez she was gorgeous. She’d never starve; she could sell a hundred cars a day just by climbing into them.
    “No, that’s okay,” I said, monitoring the crowd of latinos still on the fields. We were safe now. There would be no violence. The protestors weren’t attacking students or coming into the parking lot. They were just overturning trashcans and spray painting messages on the grass and the walls. The men had a message that they wanted to reach national attention, and rioting on a rich campus was a sure-fire way to do it. In a minute or so they’d disperse before the authorities arrived. “Take off. Text me when you get home safely.”
    “I will. Thanks boyfriend!”