ahh! i feel so threatened

At approximately 8:41 am, Mr. Sparrowgrove entered the band room, muttered something to Mr. Purvis, and we were cut off right in the middle of "Cruisin' for a Bluesin.'" Mr. Purvis, with a stark, white look, said, "Everyone, in the commons. There has been a bomb threat."
We all looked at each other, thinking, "What?" But within seconds we were all smiling about it. We knew it was fake, so we were pretty appreciative of some gutsy guy who called from his cell phone to prevent us from having to go to class! -Which, ultimately, was not nearly as satisfying as it should have been because we were still required to attend all classes.
When we got out to the commons, Mr. Hawk was giving a speech about the plan. He explained that we would all be getting on buses down to Blatchley. I immediately began looking around, plotting for my escape, but I noticed teachers guarding all of the exits. I tried to convince a few peers to make a stampeding run for it, but they wimped out on me. Finally, I convinced Coral Pendall to make a run for the band room corridor with me, but Mrs. Macklin reached out and hollered, "NO GIRLS! GET BACK!"
I wimpered, "But Mrs. Macklin! I need my schoolwork! I wouldn't want to waste all that time!"
She looked at me sternly and stepped further into my path, "NO, GET BACK!"
I almost laughed in her face. But instead I walked back to the commons and began complaining. I don't think it was very fair that they held us captive the way they did. I am 18 years old. I am old enough to die for my country, buy cigarettes in most of the Lower 48, legally date anyone, get tattooed/pierced, be charged as an adult, live on my own, have a credit card, fly alone, be out as late as I want, vote, get married, but they wouldn't allow me to leave a potentially exploding building? Nonetheless, Sitka High School?
So, I gave into their silly antics and boarded the big yellow bus. At the middle school, we were forced to SIT in the bleachers and do nothing. -No, we weren't allowed to STAND on the gym floor... Mrs. Will and others were running around exclaiming, "BE SEATED." Each teacher had a silly blue booklet that said, "Emergency Procedures," or something of the likeness. It was ridiculous. Finally, my dad showed and confronted Mr. Sparrowgrove, "Hello Lyle, can I excuse Elaina?"
Mr. Sparrowgrove looked at my father quickly, and said, "Do whatever you want! You can excuse her for the whole day if you want. " -Mr. S was TOed.
Within 45 minutes, calls were out telling students to return to class. -As if the school were really bomb-free within less than an hour? Whatev, Sitka Police Department and Sitka School District, whatev.