My Letters To Rachel Joy Scott

My Letters To Rachel Joy Scott

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These are my personal letters I've been writing to Rachel Joy Scott. Rachel Joy Scott was the first person that was tragically killed on April 20th, 1999, during the Columbine High School massacre. Rachel was a loving, caring young lady who loved and cared for everyone around her. She tried to be friends with everyone and she was known as Columbine's Special Girl. She was always writing in her journals, and expressing her heart into every writing she would write. She was born August 5th, 1981. After her tragic death, while her family was cleaning her room, they pulled out a dresser and saw a tracing of Rachel's hands that she did herself. In the hands, Rachel had wrote, "These hands belong to Rachel Joy Scott and will someday touch millions of people's hearts." Rachel was only 17 years old when she was taken from this world.
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Jesus Christ, she is losing too much blood. We are losing her and the baby... ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ My eyes continued to open and close as the doctor tried everything in his power to resuscitate me. I continued to stare at the hospital lights which flashed in my eyes. See I never thought I would fall for him. I never thought I would be here fighting for my life and I never thought I would lose my child. He was the last person I saw before taking what appeared to be my last and final moments. I never thought I would have to pick between fame- ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Suddenly he stopped moving when he heard what appeared to be footsteps following his last and final movement. In his last moments, he thought about me. I was his first true love. As he turned around he watched as the gun was aimed directly at his head. The man who stood before him didn't appear like any ordinary man. He gave him a sinister smile as he continued to look him straight in his eyes. Who are you he asked the person? Karma he replied. This is for what you did to them because of you he might not even survive. This is for picking love over--- The person's eyes widened as he prepared himself to eject each clip into his target's head. Within a couple of minutes, the gun went off. Blood splattered everywhere. All that remained was the victim's body with a gunshot wound to the head. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Gifted: Or love but wait let's go back to when it all started... This is my written testimony to: --------- FA M E OR LOVE ----------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning ⚠️ : The storyline was geared towards a mature audience and concentrates on diversity and real-life issues that people endure while pursuing fame and love...

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