"Guess what? I brought a gun"

Date: 9/20/2017

I was in the last lecture of the semester of my Life Science class, sitting at the back of a dark auditorium. The chairs all had seat belts and I was strapped in. A tall Asian boy sat to my right and a brunette with crazy makeup sat to my left. I was tired and started drifting off in my seat. I woke up to my seat belt straps being tightened really hard to the point of pain, then released. This happened a couple times. I realized the boy was doing it to me. I turned my head over to him and whispered "STOP." He countered with something like "You looked so dumb sleeping in lecture, I was just waking you up, damn." I said "I may have been falling asleep, but that doesn't mean you can touch me in a way that physically hurts me. You can't do that." We started arguing, still whispering so as not to draw attention. He kept calling me a bitch. It escalated into a silent, physical fight; I remember his breathing in my face. After a while of this he stripped down to his boxers and stood up, enraged. The prof noticed him and said "Hey you! I'm tired of you causing trouble! You have to leave." He left and the brunette next to me with weird makeup turned to me and said, "You're awesome." I wondered why she hadn't helped me. I moved down a row in case the guy came back, which he did. I knew he was going to bother me again. This time he put his bare feet on the back of my seat and on my shoulders. I stood up, finally sick of this and not caring whether the other kids in the hall noticed me. Fortunately people seemed to side with me. My friend Hope from high school was there; she got up and started arguing with the guy, yelling at him. After he menaced her, Hope said, "Guess what? I brought a gun." I started yelling at Hope not to bring a firearm into the situation, but she pulled it out of her purse anyway and pointed it at the guy's head. It was comically small, like the gun Will Smith gets in Men in Black, but I was still scared of it. I bolted from the lecture hall screaming that someone had a gun. I ran outside because I needed to get away. It was fall. The leaves on the trees were orange and yellow. I ran home, where my house was decorated with jack-o-lanterns and other seasonal objects. As soon as I got there, the house seemed to warp and shift. It was to the point that I couldn't even figure out how to get inside. There was a man (I think someone had hired him to repair something?) who had to help me get into our garage, and even then I was still confused.