I can still remember that horrible day in my life, the day all my innocence was lost forever. Even when I try to forget about it, the memory returns every time, reawakening the pain and the never healing scars. I remember it like it was yesterday.
It happened on a warm, sunny October afternoon. My sixteen year old twin sister Lois and I were at Astrid's, the local ice cream shop in town while trying to get out of boring Art History class. She had golden blond hair that flowed down to her waist and vivid royal blue eyes that sparked whenever she smiled. She was model tall and thin with snow white skin. Every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her.
I, on the other hand, had reddish brown hair I kept above my shoulders and dull ice blue eyes I usually kept hidden behind a pair of partially damaged orange Fretnal designer sunglasses. I was a little shorter and a little heavier, but I was far more athletic than her, usually choosing to play a basketball game over going to the mall.
"Race you back to class, Meg!" Lois yelled as she tossed what was left of her vanilla ice cream cone.
"You're on!" I shouted back while I quickly swallowed the rest of my cherry gelato. "Try not to complain when I win again!"
We immediately ran back to the school. The whole town of Everdeen was just a blur as we continued to hurry through the streets, each of us wanting to defeat the other.
I quickly got back to Flicker High after only a few minutes. Yes! I win again, Lois! I mentally celebrated before looking at the giant old building. The school was entirely surrounded by police officers and yellow tape. A siren was going off inside as I started to panic.
"Hey, Meg, what happened?" Hearing Lois's voice made me jump a little. When did she get here?
"We got a call about someone walking inside and shooting people," A random cop answered her question. "We don't know if anyone's hurt or dead yet, but we will once the shooter comes out of the building."
Suddenly, the rusty, heavy metal door swung open. The shooter, a fifty something year old man with white hair, emerged and pulled out his rifle. A few of his bullets rang in the air. Many of the officers fell to the ground dead while the remaining cops tried aiming at him. He evaded the bullets and ran straight for his getaway car.
He stopped moving for a minute when he realized Lois and I were watching him. He shot a bullet at my leg. I collapsed while clutching the wounded area, trying to fight off the numerous tears of pain while he grabbed her hand and forced her into the car.
Her scream was the last thing I heard before I started to sob.
