School shooting.

I said good bye to my mom and grabbed my lunch. My dad was already gone to his office, it's like he lives there.
I grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door to wait for the bus.
3 minutes later I hear the roar of the engine from down the road. I stand at the end until the doors open up in front of me.
"Good morning" my bus driver says.
"Hello Linda" I reply.
I unwrap the granola bar and bite into it chewing slowly as I look through Instagram and wait for Kenzie to get on the bus.
7:03 AM
*Ding Ding*
-Kenzie: won't be coming to school, I have a fever :(. -
-Me: aw, ok. I will text you after school, feel better!-
I stuff the wrapper into my backpack and take a sip of water.
I lean back and my heart starts to race. It is that feeling you get when something really bad is going to happen.
Before I know it, the bus is pulling into the parking lot. I stand up and throw my bag over my arm and start to walk off the bus.