Taking Over

I was in college, however the school was filled with a mix of college and high school friends. The school also looked much more elaborate than usual. It looked prestigious and large. There was something wrong. Someone was invading the country or something and the school was in a dangerous spot. We were told to get on this plane and we had to wait as it attempted to fly away from the school without attracting suspicious. It was kind of terrifying, we knew the plane was flying very low and could easily run into things. I don’t think the plane made it. I was then back at the school, and it had been taken over by like terrorists. We all had to be on our best behavior, or we would basically be killed. When terrorists came, we’d all go running and screaming. Our friends would get shot. I was stressed because our studies were becoming harder once the school was taken over, and we had to do well. I also found out the head terrorist was becoming my like school counselor.