(Disclaimer: This is meant to raise awareness about the disturbingly large amount of school shootings and acts of violence that take place every year in American schools. If gun violence bothers you please skip this part.)
That day felt surreal. I can remember it so vividly, but at the same time I can't remember it at all. I remember the minuets before, but the minuets after render no memory. I think it just happened to quickly of possibly my mind is still in shock. I can remember how a paper on the wall blew from the open window. I even remember what was on the paper. A reminder about prom. I can remember that the teacher was messing with her computer, looking frustrated, and I can remember how the room felt. It was stale and smelled like art supplies even though it wasn't the art room. There was a vacant breeze from the window beside me and the classroom buzzed quietly with people talking about how excited they were for prom or about graduation. Little did they know that no one in this room would make it to graduation day except me.
There was a boy in the front of the class. He had his head down the entire time. I just assumed he was asleep. Maybe he had a rough night. I was wrong. I assume he was thinking of his next move, maybe what the consequences would be, or maybe he was just debating for the perfect time. I don't know what made him decide this was the perfect time, but apparently it was. I heard a click, bang, then screams. The bang rattled my head. The screams only furthered the damage caused by the sudden boom. A boom that you never want to hear in a classroom environment; a gun shot. Like I said, the rest is a blur. It's a mess of memories that overlap each other in an unorderly way. I can remember nothing clearly about the events that followed. All I know is that I watched my classmates fall one by one and I laid in the floor and pretended to be dead until the police arrived.
