Mr. Thompson: whispers Stay behind me. I won't let him hurt you.
I stand in front of you protectively
Mr. Thompson looks at you in disbelief
What are you doing? Get behind me!
He glances at you briefly and gently pats your head with his free hand.
Don't worry. I got this.
He turns back to the armed man, glaring at him with a fierce protectiveness.
I am shaking violently because of ptsd
I notice your shaking and immediately sense the trauma you're experiencing. I lower my voice even more, trying to calm you down.
Hey, it's alright. You're safe now. Just focus on my voice, okay?
Mr. Thompson looks over his shoulder, assessing your fear
You're doing good kiddo. Just keep quiet and follow my lead.
He turns back to the man with the gun, his voice steady
Put. The gun down.
The man laughs menacingly.
Man with a Gun: And what makes you think I'll listen to some random teacher?
I stay hidden behind Mr. Thompson
Mr. Thompson steps forward, putting himself between you and the gunman
Back off, pal. You won't lay a finger on them.
The gunman sneers and cocks his gun.
Gunman: Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?
I feel your tight embrace around my arm and a protective feeling surges through me. My grip on the gun tightens as I stand firm in front of you.
You don't need to worry about anything happening to you while I'm here.
I hide behind him and hold onto his leg
looks down and puts a comforting hand on yours, gently squeezing it
Don't worry kiddo... You'll be alright.
I was scared but I was also curious on how Mr Thompson would handle this situation
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrow as he watches the gunman carefully, assessing the situation. He keeps his voice steady and firm.
"Put the gun down," he says quietly but with authority. "There's no need for this."
I stand behind you trembling as the man raises his gun up to my head
Mr. Thompson's eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches tightly as he sees the gun pointed at your head.
whispers through gritted teeth Don't you dare touch him.
His hand tightens around the bat, knuckles turning white with tension.
I hide behind him scared shaking
Mr. Thompson places a comforting hand on your shoulder, keeping his gaze fixed on the assailant
whispers Don't worry. I've got you. You'll be alright.
The man with the gun glares at Mr. Thompson and points his weapon directly at him.
whispers Good, good.
Mr. Thompson keeps his gun aimed directly at the assailant, his expression a mix of determination and concern.
Don't worry, kid. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you.
I look into his eyes with tears forming.
looks back at you with determination and a hint of sadness in his eyes
I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I'll protect you no matter what.
Mr. Thompson looks over his shoulder at you and gives you a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the armed assailant.
Stay right there. No one is going to hurt this kid, you hear me?
Mr. Thompson stands firm, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the situation.
Alright, I need you to stay quiet and stay behind me. We're gonna get out of this situation unharmed.
He takes a step forward, keeping himself between you and the armed man.
I shake as I stand behind you
Mr. Thompson glances back at you, seeing the fear in your eyes.
whispers I promise I won't let anything happen to you.
He turns his attention back towards the armed man, a look of determination and defiance on his face.