As a duet, my mom and alarm clock yell to get up. Half asleep, I nearly fall asleep while brushing my teeth. I choose my outfit, maybe I’ll dress up today. I run out to the bus as it screeches to a stop on the curb.
My friends are leaned against their lockers. I stare at the clock all of Algebra. Pizza for lunch. I die of boredom as the school day comes to an end.
Gunshots and screams full the air as they tell me something’s wrong. In shock, I nearly faint while people shush us through their teeth. I choose where to hide, maybe the teachers desk will work as a blockade. The gunshots subside, the shooter has left the building.
My friends lie dead on the hallway floor. I stare at the puddles of red that stain the tiles. Cries of grief. How did I not die?
If I had known my school would become a battleground I would have invested in a bulletproof vest to keep under my desk Just in case the lockdown drill doesn’t work.