They say that when you're about to die your whole life flashes before your eyes. I always thought that wasn't true, but now that I'm about to die I understand. I can see it now. My whole life. All fourteen years of it. I'm reliving it all, one last time. Only now its all in my head. And soon a bullet will be, too.
I can see myself when I was little. With my red curly hair and freckles. My bright blue eyes are unaware of what lies ahead. Then, my hair begins to grow into its natural brown. Now, it's raining hard and I'm holding an umbrella over mine and my cousin's heads. Everyone around us is crying and I'm crying, too. My grandmother hands me a handkerchief and tells me my Uncle Rus is, "in a better place." Next, I'm in a purple flower shirt posing on the front porch. Its the first day of school. I'm going into second grade.
Next, I find myself staring at Bradley Jacobs in the middle of math class in fourth grade. I'm wearing a blue striped tank top and my hair is pulled back in a slick ponytail. Now, I am in the school nurse's office. I jammed my finger playing basketball in gym class.
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Like I Imagine It
Short StoryWhen fourteen-year-old Catherine Humphrey finds herself about to be the next victim of a mass school shooting she sees her whole life flash before her eyes. Most of it is all that she imagined she'd do. She sees herself pretending she is a young adu...
