I watched him come in furious and armed yelling like an animal, that seemed to be brutally attacked, stating he was going to kill us all, until he looked up and saw his best friend in the same room of the students he held hostage. Speechless and sweaty because he thought he planned this out so well he asked her what she was doing there. With a blank stare she replied “I have a free period so I decided to come here.” Ashamed and embarrassed that his friend knew about his irrational emotional state he told her to get the hell out, but she would not move without leaving with two full tables of students with her. And so he let them go; however she did not leave.
He looked at her with a stare that could kill for challenging his authority. “He was the one with the gun” he thought to himself, she should have left. He had a target for his shameful actions and he made sure that she knew a glimpse of what was to occur as he pointed the gun straight up against her head. I pleaded with him to let her go, but the only thing he said without looking at me was “you should have left”. As he told the frighten girl what he believed she has done, two individuals were already beginning to pounce on him. The two young tall boys jumped on him causing him to fall on the green carpet. Not just did the idiotic boy fall, but the gun did too. And when the gun fell, a shot that seemed to be heard through the third floor building of the school caused a student to drop to the floor where the stained blood stood. She could have convinced you that she was dead because she laid on the clean carpet motionless only breathing short breaths, however her eyes gave it away. Her eyes were tightly close and when she realized after five seconds she was still alive she open her big brown eyes and laid there in a dead shock of what just occurred. We couldn’t move ourselves; we were too afraid we might have been hit ourselves. And as some of us searched ourselves looking for if any damage was done, my emotional friend began to sob because he thought he had accidentally killed someone.
However he did not realize the chaos that was going on outside. People yelling on the green cut grass hoping that their child was not possibly dead. Students thanking whomever they believed in for not having them live that experience in the gun shot room. The teachers worried about going back to school and how to face the students another evening. Adults thinking of how a student could go this far in taking a class hostage for reasons that thought were nonsense. But what did they know without being there. Ignorance was there status now for not being in touch with children; ignorance for underestimating a mind of a child that is capable just like an educated adult to come to the conclusion that life was worth living.
This emotional wreck went along to kill himself a few minutes after as soon as the police made the wrong move bursting in the room like there was no tomorrow. Maybe there would have been a tomorrow for the confused boy in that huge school. Just maybe no one is too blame, and maybe someone made a mistake. Yesterday’s mistake can be corrected by today’s essence, but not if you are a child on the verge of leaving this world and converging to another.
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