Today, the 15th of September, I thought that it was going to be another typical Monday. Usually, I am not that late, irresponsible, nor unpunctual at school, however, I didn’t expected what I was missing in this specific scenario. As my mom driving a U-turn to the left and then a right turn for to enter to the only “Juniors & Seniors” parking station. As She slows down with the brake so I am in directly in sight to walk straightforwardly to my first period classroom, in the portables. I start to gain up speed and sprint as possible to my class, however, I also visualize a plethora of students crowding around something — well that is something I first thought and figuratively assumed was a fight. As I walked much closer and not focusing my priority towards my classroom, I saw this was just more than a bunch of students crowding around, it was a mournful, grief, sadness moment and stand. Over than fifty students I visualized, over a hundred if I could’ve entered the crowded bunch — also when I moved to a different spot for a different view. Before witnessing this oddly, speculation, I heard words and tone of a woman who is with a microphone. During that, I asked a student that I familiarly know, Seniors, same grade, of what’s happening, what’s it all about, what’s occurring. Cameron, she said and explained shortly quick, the Senior — the one I know for meeting & introducing the first time in Junior year, last year, I try to believe that was a different Cameron or same grade and name with a different person.
