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Bang!

Bang!

I heard a firework go off.

I don't see any lights.

Oh, I think that was a garage door falling shut.

Or maybe someone slamming a door.

 

I don't want to think about what it might have actually been.

It's not like summer has come and gone months ago.

It's not like nobody has garages around here.

It's not like people slam doors loud enough for it to echo around the inside of my school.

It's not like I'm scared for me and my friends every time I enter the building.

It's not like that, I swear.

 

Everyone is scared.

Everyone is lashing out.

Everyone is on their toes.

Everyone is trying to become home-schooled.

 

We want to leave.

Not for boredom,

not for the next best thing.

But for safety,

for home.

 

Who's coming in the door next?

Who's going to stop them?

Who's going to survive?

Who is going to die?

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Enrath
F / Wisconsin
Published
Feb 20, 2018
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#shoot#shooting#florida#school#gun#schoolshooting
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