Picture this, it's your last day of senior year. You are so fed up with everybody sobbing and screaming. You just want the day to end. You're in your 5th period genocide class. You hear another wave of screams, only this time they sound different. They almost sound scared. Petrified even. You hear two gunshots and see your teacher fall to the ground. Everyone is in panic except you. You turn to the doorway to see your best friend with a gun pointed at the kid next to you. You jump towards her to get her out of harm. You hear the shot. You feel warmth spread through your chest. You look down and there's a small hole in your chest right under your heart. The last thing you see before you blackout is your best friend looking at you crying and as she runs away, you see the girl you pushed crying while trying to stop your bleeding. And then black. All black.
