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far from the door

In my homeroom class, we don't have a seating chart.

But I still sit as far away from the door as I can.

Subconsciously it's probably because of a school shooting.

I've been anticipating one to strike at my small high school for a couple years now.

It's probably because of a lock down we had a couple years ago when I was still in middle school.

There were armed men on campus.

We had to be silent for hours.

I was in choir at the time.

Over 100 of us were squeezed into a small space.

There were girls crying,

my best friend was holding my hand,

I was having an anxiety attack.

I was only thinking

"Please not today..."

 

I'm not surprised anymore.

When another school is in the news,

it's deeply upsetting

but not surprising.

It's all I've ever known.

The Columbine High School shooting happened in 2001.

I was born a year later.

I've never actually known peace in this country...

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Written by
the-ethereal-girl
21 / F / America
Published
Aug 13, 2018
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