Mr. Smith
June 26, 2014
Morning of shooting

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The air warmed my bleak skin when I entered the school this morning. I felt rather agitated this morning, but I tried to push those worries to the side. I was doing the country a favor.

People may disagree with my way of thinking, and maybe some people will agree. One day people will thank me for the work I will do today. You never know maybe one of these germs, as I call them, would have grown up to become a mass murdered or psychopath.

“Good morning, Mr. Smith.” One of my fellow teachers called out to me, snapping me back to reality.

“Oh, Good morning, Mrs. Woods.” I replied back with a forced smile, trying to make it seem like I wasn’t up to anything.

“I hope you have a great day.” She smiled as she strutted pass me as I could smell the hint of her perfume lingering off of her petite body.

“I will.” I merely responded as I adjusted my black duffle bag that had my weaponries and ammunition stuffed inside under film and photo paper.

I made my way down the hallway in front of me that lead me into the cafeteria. The sound of chatter erupted when a person talking stepped away from the microphone that was located on the stage for the morning announcements. They are all so dirty, I almost cringed. I thought about shooting right now, but inclusive I didn’t. I told myself it would be better if it was in the middle of the school day.

I properly postured myself before I headed to my class room, eager for fifth period.

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Megan Smith
June 26, 2014
Fifth period. Day of school shooting.

“Does anyone know the answer to number twelve?” My teacher asked as we all dazed off. Waiting for the bell to ring to release us to sixth period.

A girl raised her pale arm in the air before the teacher gave her an insignificant nod. “It’s,” the reluctant girl then cleared her throat, “It’s nine hundred and eight two.” She mumbled in a whisper, almost stuttering over her words.

“Correct.” The teacher said before she gave the girl an assuring smile before moving on to the next question I didn’t know the answer to.

“Why are we still learning?” A guy in the back asked the question that was in all of our minds. “We have less than a week of school left.” He finished before the teacher ignored his statement and just merely asked us if we knew the answer to answer thirteen, which we didn’t, except the pale nervous girl.

Class seemed to be moving in a slow daze as the teacher’s monotone voice kept babbling on about Calculus. The teacher’s rant about how we would need it in life was interrupted by the sound that almost signaled that a firecracker was light in the hallway.

“Everyone settle down-“ The teacher was beginning to say before the echoes of screams caught our attention once again.

The sound of students running past our open doorway confused us, because we didn’t know what they were running from. “What’s happening?” I asked the boy next to me but all he did was give me a small shrug.

“Everyone stay in your seat’s” The teacher instructed us as we all begun to walk towards the doorframe, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

Another firecracker sound and a scream that followed it told us that we had to get out of here. Now.

People begun to rapidly leave the classroom leaving their backpacks behind. But I wasn’t one of those people. I walked back to my desk alone before I stuffed anything that was mine I possibly could inside of it. My hands became shaky as I remembered the door was open as two shots were fired right now the hall. I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to form before my chest felt heavy and my throat begun to feel dry.

I was the only one in the classroom at this point which made me more paranoid before I zipped up my backpack and quickly ran out of the room, holding the backpack in my hand.

When I was exposed in the middle of the hallway I looked both ways trying to figure out which was I should go, I felt as if I was in a maze. I faced towards the opposite end of the hallway and my chest filled with fear and my eyes got wide. “Hello there, Megan.” Mr. Smith said with a deranged smile that played on his lips.

I took a step back but he took two steps closer as he gripped a pistol in his hands, not pointing at me, but at the floor. “Why?” I asked as tears fell and trailed down my cheeks, knowing that this could be the end.

“You are all dirty,” He simply said as we heard running come towards us from down the hall. And as fast as he heard it we saw student run past the door way as Mr. Smith turned around and shot at the making two or three fall.

I took this opportunity to turn around and run though the double doors that were behind me. I never ran so fast in my life. I was about to reach the double doors that lead to a flight of stairs before I felt a pain shot in my thigh and my side , causing me to fall down the stairs as I opened the door with a crash.

I couldn’t feel anything, I was in a state of shock. I laid on the bottom of the flight of stairs before I heard Mr. Smith yell out words I couldn’t quiet comprehend. I stumbled to my feet as I felt as if I was floating, maybe I was dead but I didn’t know. I walked down the hallway as my blood trailed behind me before I opened a door that lead me outside. I limped as the sun beamed down on my face and I felt all eyes on me. “Mom...” I called out, but that seemed to make my vision hazier. I could see people in an ambulance rush out and walk towards me but I also saw a familiar face. My mom. I guess people already know about the shooting and thankfully my mom was here quickly since we live right down the street.

“Mom,” I said as she rushed towards me, police tried to hold her back, but it was to no avail “Take me home. I want to go home.” I begged with tears as I fell to my knee’s in front of her as so did she, following my actions as my shirt drenched in blood.

“Mom, take me home and,” I then felt as if I was going to faint, “A-and hold me. Tell me I’m going to be okay. And that I get to go home.” I rambled with a stutter before silence fell from my mother’s lips.

My mom was sobbing hysterically while she tried to wipe the blood away, but it was no use. I was holding onto my mother for dear life as everything got blurry. I felt another hand try to pull me away from my mother, but my mother refused. “No! Give her back!” My mother yelled.

I felt my eyes slowly close before my head tilted to the side.

“Megan!” was the last I heard of my mom before everything went black.

Megan died later in the hospital that day due to the loss of blood as she held onto her mother’s hand. Her mother later committed suicide a week later from losing her daughter. Megan’s dad came back home from a business trip to find his high school sweetheart hanging in the closet, lifeless. Megan’s dad is now filled with grief because he was having an affair on this ‘business’ trip with a lady in Chicago. He then later found out that Megan go accepted to Yale University as her acceptance letter got mailed to the address that early July. It was Megan’s dream to go to Yale, but that was all crumbled by a psychopath….

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