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Don't stand around.


Waking up to the yellow beams hitting your face

Brushing your teeth, putting on clean clothes, and grabbing your backpack 

Running for the bus, after kissing your mom goodbye 

Arriving at school, grabbing your books, and saying good morning to everyone in the halls 

Rushing to class, not worrying about anything but grades 

All you can think about is friends, dinner for that night and what the teacher is saying 

Right before the bell rings the loudspeaker goes off 

Not listening until you hear LOCKDOWN! Take cover there is an active shooter 

You lose the carelessness that you have and look around not knowing what to do 

You hear cries of people in nearby classrooms and teachers yelling "NO! Please don't" 

The classmates around you are speechless and all you can think about is your mom 

You're scared,  emotional and worried about your family 

The shooter walks in your classroom, covered in sprays of the red blood head to toe 

You are just a teenager in school that is supposed to feel safe but instead, you have a gun pointed at your heart 

You want to ask why? what kind of person wakes up and goes to the nearest high school to shot a bunch of kids? 

But you can't because you are bleeding out on the schools' new floor wondering what your future was going to be like 

The shooter stands over your body looking in your eyes and all they say is " I'm sorry" 

Right before the SWAT team rushes in the room they point the gun at their own head and pulls the trigger 

Over half of your grade dies including you, you will never graduate, go to college, get married, or have kids 

This is all because of ONE person deciding to take the lives of innocent people, innocent kids 

instead of going to get help, or asking for help. In the end, you are a victim to a tragedy that will never get justice. 

The shooters name will be on every news channel that night, but your name will only be on your headstone. 

You are just another victim to a school shooting 

The shooter's parents noticed that they have changed in an evil way but decided to stay quiet. 

Please if you notice the change in someone's attitude or body language get them help and ask. 

Don't be quiet, don't just stand there, be the reason a shooting doesn't happen. 

 

 

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