Shots Rang Out
Screams echoed the halls. Bullets shattered through windows. Shots rang out. Feet pounded on the pavement. Fear washed over us. I turned and ran. I was struck with fear. I looked around and saw lifeless bodies. My history teacher is lying on the floor blood pooling around him. My friends rush past me, trying to escape. I continued to run as thoughts flooded my mind. My mind was racing, “You’re gonna die. RUN FASTER. Is this really your last day?” The feeling came over me as I closed my eyes. I was going to die. This was my last day. I’m running faster than I ever had. The doors are in view. My escape is right there all I have to do is last five more minutes.
Minute one I think of my family. My mom was so happy when she finally …show more content…
Who knows maybe one of the kids who was killed was going to cure cancer. Maybe one was gonna be president. We’ll never know the potential of our youth if we kill them. We will never see the new doctors and actors and teachers if we let them be killed. Parents should be able to send their kids to school without being afraid that they won’t come home. Students should be able to go to school and feel safe. But that’s not the case. Because kids aren't coming home. No parent should have to lose their child. No family should go through that grief. No one should have to live on knowing that nothing was done to stop the death of their child, or that nothing was said after their death. Who is protecting us? What is being done? I don’t want to walk into school knowing that I might not walk …show more content…
I won’t be able to make a change. I won’t be able to become a doctor. I won’t walk across the stage and get my diploma. I won’t get married, have kids, get fired, go to college. I won’t experience any of that. My dad won’t be able to give me away. My mom can’t go wedding dress shopping with me. I’ll never see my little brother go to high school and graduate. I have to get out. I have to live. I have to create my future. My hand grabs the door handle, and I hear a shot. The pain radiates through my back. I crumble to the floor. My back aches with pain. I look down and see my dreams and happiness flood out with my
Screams echoed the halls. Bullets shattered through windows. Shots rang out. Feet pounded on the pavement. Fear washed over us. I turned and ran. I was struck with fear. I looked around and saw lifeless bodies. My history teacher is lying on the floor blood pooling around him. My friends rush past me, trying to escape. I continued to run as thoughts flooded my mind. My mind was racing, “You’re gonna die. RUN FASTER. Is this really your last day?” The feeling came over me as I closed my eyes. I was going to die. This was my last day. I’m running faster than I ever had. The doors are in view. My escape is right there all I have to do is last five more minutes.
Minute one I think of my family. My mom was so happy when she finally …show more content…
Who knows maybe one of the kids who was killed was going to cure cancer. Maybe one was gonna be president. We’ll never know the potential of our youth if we kill them. We will never see the new doctors and actors and teachers if we let them be killed. Parents should be able to send their kids to school without being afraid that they won’t come home. Students should be able to go to school and feel safe. But that’s not the case. Because kids aren't coming home. No parent should have to lose their child. No family should go through that grief. No one should have to live on knowing that nothing was done to stop the death of their child, or that nothing was said after their death. Who is protecting us? What is being done? I don’t want to walk into school knowing that I might not walk …show more content…
I won’t be able to make a change. I won’t be able to become a doctor. I won’t walk across the stage and get my diploma. I won’t get married, have kids, get fired, go to college. I won’t experience any of that. My dad won’t be able to give me away. My mom can’t go wedding dress shopping with me. I’ll never see my little brother go to high school and graduate. I have to get out. I have to live. I have to create my future. My hand grabs the door handle, and I hear a shot. The pain radiates through my back. I crumble to the floor. My back aches with pain. I look down and see my dreams and happiness flood out with my