My heart stopped and skipped a beat when I heard something smash through our classroom window. Followed my multiple footsteps. They slowly walked amongst the classroom until I heard a gun shot and a scream. I looked over to see all of them on the opposite side of the classroom as me. The came through my window though. And that was my only way out. I slowly moved over the chair and it made a huge squeak. The men moved there eyes to me. They slowly started to walk my way. I held my breath. And ran. I ran as fast as I could. Darting out of the classroom, jumping out of the window. I heard yelling and more gunshots followed by foot steps coming closer and closer to me. I dialed 911 but the line went dead. Tear drops fell down onto my phone as I was tripping over my own feet. I kept running, faster and faster. I looked behind to see them right at my tail end. I ran through the middle of the street. With flipped over cars. Fires. Bodies. I broke down crying but kept my pace up. Soon I found myself gasping for air. I ran the direction of my moms work which was located 4 miniutes away from my school. Her building broken apart by bombs. On fire even. I seen the familiar long black hair and as that woman turned around her green eyes met with mine. I ran towards her. Tears down both of our eyes. "They took everything" she tried to say. " What do you mean everything" I replied. She sat down. We were surround by her fellow work partners who were also crying and having small panic attacks. She looked my in the eye and said: "Dad popped in for lunch" she said tears running down her face. " he was alone in the cafeteria while I went to my office to grab some coffee. I came to see him. My husband. Lying on the ground. Bullet holes through he chest.." I was crying as hard a my mom. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear " everything will be fine" She kissed the top of my head. As I continued crying knowing that she had just lied completely. I knew that nothing. Ever again. Would be 'fine'.
