No, I was not.

I mean, he hadn’t dragged me into any kind of danger.

It’s just that “safe” was simply something that had ceased to exist, although at the time I didn’t know it.

The first person I saw was Carlos Dutra: another third year, more familiar to me because we studied in the same room. He had dark skin, black eyes and hair, and an expression of few friends. Unlike most of our peers, he had defined muscles and more adult features. I was idly by the wooden door that divided the hallway we were coming from from the rest of the high school classrooms, in a sharp curve. When he saw us, he assumed a nervous posture as he realized how fast we were running.

I noticed that he was holding an iron bar in his hand. There was blood on him.

William didn’t seem surprised, as he continued running towards the door. By then, I had managed to establish my balance and was running with him, a few steps back.

“Close the door when we pass!” Guilherme said, as we approached. “There are others coming!