Tristan POV
I looksd down at cecil, blood poured out of him. I panicked and ran out of the room. The entire school was on lockdown. Some kids had evacuated. I ran down the hall and out the door too the police.
"THE SHOOTER IS DEAD. GO TO ROOM 38 JUST DOWN THE HALL PEOPLE ARE DEAD AND INJURED"
The momment felt surreal. EMT's rushed in pushing gurneys. I led them to the room and they pushed me out as they strapped kids to gurneys and zipped them in body bags. A police man pulled me away, out of the room and outside. They evactuated us to the Elemetry School, Lima. We got in buses.
Some kids were crying. Others were holding each other.
Me?
I sat alone in the back trying to make sense of what had happened.
Later that day, My mom picked me up and sobbed as we drove home but i stayed quiet.
I stayed quiet for a while.
Cecil's funeral was a disaster. Kids came in a rioted. When they buried him kids spit in his grave and kicked dirt on his picture.
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LockDown
ActionCecil is fed up with the bullying, and what can meek tristan do to help when they bring a gun to school.
