School Shooting
Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:56 am
My junior year in high school, there was a school shooting. 25 people were shot, two people died. The shooter had also killed his parents the night before. Crazy shit. I just wrote up something about my experience of the event.....
I hit the snooze button one too many times,
I was feelin' tired, too much trouble to arise,
but when I finally did throw water in my eyes
I was running late for my classes at Thurston High.
I was surprised when my mom offered me a ride,
but I knew that if I took my bike I wouldn't be on time,
so I replied that her kind offer would be fine.
As we arrived, the day seemed like any other might.
I headed inside, but stopped short as I hit the corridor,
the cafeteria doors swung open with a strong force,
and hundreds of my classmates suddenly poured forth.
Fear was plastered on the faces that emerged,
but I stood starin' vacant as their tears surged.
They raced past me, trippin' over every stride,
but I stayed standin' fortified, oblivious to why.
Then as quick as the wave of people had arrived,
in their panic they had vanished out of sight.
And yet I stood unmoving, diggin' through my mind,
but confusion and fright is all I seemed to find.
So I walked with a swift step to escape the unknown,
I floated down the empty hallways, feeling so alone.
Just then I hear my name called with a panic-stricken tone,
it chills me to the bone, but its a voice I trust and know.
It's my English teacher reachin' out to pull me in-side,
she slams the door behind me, shuts the blinds and hits the lights.
I look around and see about a dozen others, all cryin'.
I don't know what's goin' on, my mind is floatin' blind,
so I sit to catch my breath and let me thoughts collide.
I remain stuck in silence as the minutes fly by,
then I hear the radio relay the breaking news,
a school shooting has been reported, stay tuned.
I sorta already knew, but hearnin' it brought a fear anew,
cuz I don't know who got struck with the shells that flew.
It feels like we sit for hours, I'm feelin' devoured and blue,
then finally the PA system tells us we can leave if we choose.
We all walk out of the room, heavy hearts weighin' us down,
and as we exit the grounds, we see the masses surround,
hundreds of parents and news trucks from the world around.
My parents see me and run as their tears descend,
I hold em close, a frozen moment, I can breath again...
I hit the snooze button one too many times,
I was feelin' tired, too much trouble to arise,
but when I finally did throw water in my eyes
I was running late for my classes at Thurston High.
I was surprised when my mom offered me a ride,
but I knew that if I took my bike I wouldn't be on time,
so I replied that her kind offer would be fine.
As we arrived, the day seemed like any other might.
I headed inside, but stopped short as I hit the corridor,
the cafeteria doors swung open with a strong force,
and hundreds of my classmates suddenly poured forth.
Fear was plastered on the faces that emerged,
but I stood starin' vacant as their tears surged.
They raced past me, trippin' over every stride,
but I stayed standin' fortified, oblivious to why.
Then as quick as the wave of people had arrived,
in their panic they had vanished out of sight.
And yet I stood unmoving, diggin' through my mind,
but confusion and fright is all I seemed to find.
So I walked with a swift step to escape the unknown,
I floated down the empty hallways, feeling so alone.
Just then I hear my name called with a panic-stricken tone,
it chills me to the bone, but its a voice I trust and know.
It's my English teacher reachin' out to pull me in-side,
she slams the door behind me, shuts the blinds and hits the lights.
I look around and see about a dozen others, all cryin'.
I don't know what's goin' on, my mind is floatin' blind,
so I sit to catch my breath and let me thoughts collide.
I remain stuck in silence as the minutes fly by,
then I hear the radio relay the breaking news,
a school shooting has been reported, stay tuned.
I sorta already knew, but hearnin' it brought a fear anew,
cuz I don't know who got struck with the shells that flew.
It feels like we sit for hours, I'm feelin' devoured and blue,
then finally the PA system tells us we can leave if we choose.
We all walk out of the room, heavy hearts weighin' us down,
and as we exit the grounds, we see the masses surround,
hundreds of parents and news trucks from the world around.
My parents see me and run as their tears descend,
I hold em close, a frozen moment, I can breath again...
