Grade 6 came and I was excited.
First day of growing up, the feeling and believe we kids were on our way to becoming sunflowers even though it was night all the time for us children.
We were ready to start to bloom.
But... We wilted.
Not even blooming yet.
A bullet came through.
Not one, no no. Many.
Broken shards of bullet came penetrating our fragile stems.
We ran.
