It's real

Imagine

Imagine your life is perfect. There is nothing you can imagine that is wrong with your life.

Imagine you get ready for school. You do your daily morning routine. You can't imagine how today will be different like any other day.

Imagine, you meet your friends outside your neighbourhood. You have a great conversation, so much so you wish the walk to school went on for miles.

Imagine you reach school. You head to your locker and get what you need for your first periods, Music and Math.

Imagine in the hallways you can't stop but listen to conversations about 'Jeremy's Party'. You were also excited.

Imagine the bell ringing. Your next class you are alone. No friends, just you and some kids you know from middle school. You sit at the piano and start playing your part of the big piece.

Imagine today is test day in music. You forgot the end of the piece and you try to figure it out.

Imagine your teacher finally comes in and shuts the door.

"We must start right away."

Imagine the brass instruments play. Then the percussion. Then woodwind, then percussion, then strings.

Imagine it is your turn. As the piano player you must get every note perfectly.

Imagine that your hands start shaking. Your hands get clammy, your whole body starts sweating.

Imagine you build up the confidence to play, without shaking. But you are interrupted from an announcement.

"E-excuse me s-students. We are on lock down. This is not a drill. I repeat this is not a-"

Imagine you hear a gunshot. Your principal is dead. You are about to die. What do you imagine?

I Imagine the love of my life. I would protect them in any way possible. I'm not strong but I would protect them will all my strength.

Imagine that the love of your life is here at school today. Imagine the love of your life is in a class very close to the office, and the shooter.

Imagine some kids start calling their parents, saying they love them. Imagine some kids hide under instruments. Imagine some kids trying to escape the school from a small window. Imagine all you are doing is staring at the piano keys. You start crying. You pull out your phone and call the police.

"911 what's your emergency?" Answers the phone.

"There is a shooter at my school. T-The school is Martin High School. All I know is that the shooter shot one person, the principal." You say while stuttering.

Imagine they tell you to stay calm, in a situation like this you can do anything but stay calm. Imagine they tell you that the police are on the way. You hang up.

Imagine you hear any other gun shot. It sounds close. Your teacher turns off the lights. We hide in the back room.

Imagine he comes in the class. Some people are crying. Some people are having panic attacks. You stay as calm as possible, but your hands are sweating.

"Where is my daughter?!" He asks.

Imagine a father looking for his daughter. To shoot her. Who would do that? What did she do?

Imagine he leaves everyone starts crying very loudly from all the panic they had to hold in. Imagine your classmates holding onto people they don't even know.

Imagine you hear three gun shots. Very loud. As if he shot three students who were in the hall.

Imagine the bell rings for the next class. You have to stay in the class or else you will die. Everyone leaves the back room. Some students point out that police officers are here, probably all of them in the state.

Imagine a police officer comes up to the window and tells the students,

"It's safe, you can come out now, he has been arrested."

You catch your breath. Imagine your mind filling up with thoughts like, four people died, one was the principal. Three students or teachers died. Who was it?

Imagine you leave the forever scaring classroom. Then the school. Imagine you run to the front of the school to find the love of your life.

Imagine your hear two officers talking.

"The principal and another student was dead on the scene. One student and one teacher are badly injured. Half of the people who got shot died. The other half might."

Imagine you try to look for your love of your life.

"SCOTT!" You scream when you see the tall blonde.

"Thank god, do you know where the others are?" Scott asks.

"No. Do you know the students who got shot?" Your hands start sweating  as you hug Scott.

You both go ask a police officer who got shot.

"The principal, the drama teacher, a student Tasha Terry and Kristen Maldonaldo. And the shooter "

"It's Kirstin. What? What happened?"

"Her father was the shooter, she was the last one to get shot. When he shot her he went in front of the school, and shot himself."

Imagine, out of five thousand students, one has to be the love of your life and their dad.

Imagine you find Esther, Avi and Kevin. They all have shocked looks on their faces and all of them are crying their eyes out.

Imagine you still haven't seen someone from the group you sat with at lunch, Mitch..

(Jeremy POV)