Riga Shoot

 Riga Shoot 

Riga was once in high school. She saw another pupil shoot a guy who came into class. It wasn't nice and it was needed. It happened fast. 

One pupil was by the board. His job was to write down who was noisy. Riga wasn't on the list. She was being good today. For she wanted a biscuit off the teacher. However, two pupils were on the board. Emma and Tomas. Jomil was the board writer. Two were fine but more needed. Teacher would reward him with more biscuits. 

Just then a commotion happened. A scruffy man in a stained yellow t shirt and be black cargo pants barged into the room. He kicked the door open and entered. 

"Money! Give me your money now! All of you. And your phones. Come on kids! And teacher you too. Or I will plug you!" From his front pocket he withdrew a gun. It was silver and white. 

Riga stared at the man and the pistol he held. He wants our money! I don't have any. Only my bus fair. Oh no! I don't want him to shoot me...

Jomil broke the shocked silence. "We will give you our.money Sir. We are poor students. So it will not be a lot."

The teacher acted next. "Lee. Go round and get the students money. Put it in this cup. Then give it to the man. I don't want anybody hurt."

"Yes teacher. I'm scared though Miss!" Lee stood up and got the cup off teacher.  

"It's fine. Nothing will happen Lee. Do as the man asks." Teacher watched. 

"Hurry up kids! I don't have all day. Fill up the cup. Hurry." The robber pointed and waved his gun. 

"You will get your money,' the teacher replied. "Please do not hurt anybody."

Lee went from student to student and picked up their pennies. It was bus fair and lunch money. None worked so there was nothing substantial to steal. He got to Riga. 

Riga was scared but determined not to show it. She reached into her pocket while watching the gun man and Lee and then teacher. She dropped a few pennies into the almost empty cup. Lee finished going round the class. 

Jomil pissed himself. Smelly warm piss ran down his leg and onto the red tiled floor. Nobody laughed. A gal started crying and his her hands. 

Lee was the last to put his pennies into the cup. He shook at he gave the cup to his teacher. She put her own bus fair and lunch money onto the cup. It wasn't half full. 

The teacher took the cup over to the gun man. It took real strength to do that. His chrome pistol was aimed at her. "Here is your money Sir. Please do not kill is all."

"Thank you for the money. There's not a lot..." The gun man shook the cup. The pennies rattled. Not enough for six beers...

"My class are second year students. None of them work or have money. And the government pats my wage. That's it." The teacher looked at her opponent. She said it as it was and was determined not to be humiliated. And to protect her class. 

Riga watched it all closely. She heard the gun man demand their phones. He told Lee to go and collect their mobiles. One student protested loudly. He complained his phone was off his father. A Christmas gift. The teacher tried replying but the gun man cut her off. 

"Do not piss me off. I will kill you first!" The teacher stood her ground. The gun man waved his weapon. 

"Ok. You heard him. Get ready to give him your phones..." This had to end. Without fatalities. Phones could be replaced. Live couldn't. 

 

A big student called Tumo acted. This had to end. He slowly reached into his jeans pocket. There he had a licenced pistol. It carried five shots and was small. He was the oldest in class. He wanted to be a cop upon graduating. Tumo knew that if he warned the gun man he would be killed. Surprise mattered. He fingered off the safety and put the gun by his side. In a fast movement he kept low below waist height. He watched the shooter. With the gun in his left hand he crouched and ran at the man. And fired once into each leg. The reports were loud and startling. Each shot hit home! Just like when he practiced with his father.

"Aaaaah!" Screamed the wounded gun man. He dropped his silver chrome handled revolver. It was never fired. He tried to walk but fell to the floor. He clutched at an empty desk and it fell over on him. He swore evil words.

"Quick! Kick his gun away. Restrain him!" The teacher said. She ran to the disabled man. He crawled on the floor. Going for his gun. Two others ran to assist. Riga got up and kicked the unfired weapon away. Unfired. They were so so lucky. 

Tumo went over and pointed his own small pistol at the robber. Blood slowly seeped from his wounds onto the floor. 

"Do not move asshole!" Tumo kicked the man in the side. The man complied and cried out in pain. Just then sirens cut through the air. The cops were on the way!

"Students stay at your desks. The three of you restraining the man, make sure he doesn't move. Wait for the police." All did as told. Riga was one of the three kneeling on him and keeping him in place. 

Riga was scared but knew she had to help out. And to also learn from this incident. Just another day at school. What would her parents say? As long as she was fine. Only that mattered. Her sister would be more upset. She really cared about her younger sister...