![]() ![]() We eventually went out on to our street where all of the families had gathered and just all talked about what the hell had happened. I had the news on the background, I was literally watching people I knew and love running like hell for the busses. I can’t watch the videos now (I saved them), it’s basically me asking the world how this even happened in small town Indiana. When we got home I immediately got on my snap and began ranting essentially. “A very, very disturbed and evil person did some horrible things today.” My mother explained to the 2nd grader. The fifth grader had heard what happened and she ran right into my arms, the 2nd grader had no idea. There was a rumor that a second shooter was heading there, so we were practically flying through town. ![]() We were practically out the door a minute later, and running to the younger kids school. I was staring at the TV as my mom kept repeating “thank god you were sick” over and over again. Half an hour later I walked out into the hall, turned the corner, and there it was. One friend was asking “are you guy all okay?”, I thought they were arguing again she was playing peacemaker, and then went back to sleep. I was a day or so away from being over a cold, I was woken up by texts in my massive group chat- 10 minutes after it had happened. ![]() Maddie Maddie thank you! We just passed the 2nd anniversary. I remember my best friend calling me crying, when my school went on lockdown because he’s in another fucking country and couldn’t stand it if I was killed. I remember my friend came to me crying because his friend was shot and killed on Valentine’s Day. My brothers friends little brother was also shot. One was killed, the other had internal bleeding but survived. I remember this probably the most vividly because I had 3 friends there. The same school my brother graduated from was shot up. I remember distinctly when the Arapaho shooting happened. I remember my parents picked me and my brother up after his school locked down because there was an armed student on his campus. Nothing bad happened, but I went home in tears. I distinctly remember in 3rd grade my school went into lockdown because there was an armed man. It genuinely hurts, I can distinctly remember my 4th grade teacher cried to us on the anniversary of Columbine because she lost her son in that shooting. The body count is on your hands (on your hands) Turn off all the lights, nobody make a sound 'Til you get buried in the coffin that you make? ![]()
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