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Thirty seconds had passed and we heard a scream.

Everyone averted their attention to the scream which was
followed by a couple more bangs. That’s when it hit me. A

shooter had entered the school. My ears rang and I froze in

fear. Millions of thoughts ran through my head. “Are my

friends okay?” “Where are they?” “Am I going to die?” “Will
my mom be okay?” Tears filled my eyes and panic ensued my

whole body as I started to breathe heavily. Then the whole

class went into panic mode and we first barricaded the

door to slow down the shooter from potentially entering. We
were all crying in silence to not attract attention. Frantic

texting to parents saying ‘I love you’ because it could be the

last thing they could ever say to their loved ones. I pull out
my phone to text my parents but as I stare into the screen,

tears begin to fall out because I didn’t want it to be my last

words to them.

At that moment I realized I so badly wanted to live. I could

not die here. I have a family, friends, a life. I want to live. I

want to graduate, go to college, buy my first apartment,
find the love of my life, have the most beautiful wedding,

and eventually have children and die old and happy. I

wanted to feel fulfilled and content and I might not have

the time because now my life is in the hands of someone
with a gun.

I pray. I hold my hands together so tight that they become
red. I never fully believed in god but at this moment when I

feel that there is barely any hope, I wanted to feel safe. I

said to myself over and over again, “I will live, I will live, I will
live,I will live…”, “BANG!” “BANG!” “OPEN UP!” A tear fell

down my face and my eyes bulged wide open. I held my

hands upto my face and squeezed my eyes shut. The

banging and the gunshots continued for a minute before
they disappeared.

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