A Killer Day Essay

1523 Words Mar 14th, 2016 7 Pages
Nzingha TaHa
February 22, 2016
Creative Nonfiction
Dr. Monika Elbert

The Killer Day

The day started off like any other school day, I cried my heart out. I hated getting up in the morning to prepare for school. I cried brushing my teeth, washing my face, putting on my clothes, and while eating breakfast. I hated the idea of not being able to lay in bed until I was ready to get up. I guess I can blame that on my mom. When I was much smaller my mom used to work nights, when she would come home we would play, listen to music and laugh until we fell asleep. We would awaken when we got good and ready; I thought that was the life. Although some of that changed once she returned to school, my body could not adjust. No matter how early
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Like she knew we had already had a hard day. I looked forward to her hugs like I looked forward to our lunch break. Lunch meant so much to me, not because I was a big eater but it marked the time of the day and I could begin the count down. The day would be over before I knew and my mom or auntie would come and pick me up. I could never keep up with whose day it was to pick me up. I just knew if Aunt Notra was picking me up there would be Mc Donald’s waiting for me on the passenger seat and Apple Gate Farms was across the street from the school. I would be fat and full by the time I got home, all I would have to do is disrobe and take a nap. I was so looking forward to the end of my day I could barely here the message over the loud speaker. I knew I needed to pay attention based on the tone that came through the speaker but I just wanted to think about the end of my day. I compromised; I partially listened while I held the thought of the rest of my day right there. As I began to pay more and more attention to the words that were coming through the loud speaker I could hear students were killed at a school. I can remember at that moment my heart began to race, I wasn’t sure if it was our school or another school. Because there wasn’t anyone running around I realized it wasn’t our school but they had my full attention. Two students Dylan Klebold, 17, and Eric Harris, 18 were shooting at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, on April 20, 1999. I couldn’t

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