The New School

Tue, 03/06/2018 - 16:29 -- calfaro

It was my first day at the new school.

Thinking I was safer at school than at home.

You never think you would hear gun shots at a school.

I run out of the classroom and hear people screaming and crying.

Never thought this would ever happen to me.

Tears running down the side of my face .

Thinking I might not make it.

Praying to God that I would make it out alive.

Everyone begging the shooter to not pull the trigger.

PA PA PA! the shooter pulled the trigger, students start yelling for help, shooter once again pulls the trigger and kills teacher and a student.

Everyone started begging the shooter to not shoot.

The cops were able to break into the school.

Police runs down the hall where the shooter trapped all the students.

Shooter hears the cops running towards him.

shooter points the gun to his head.

Cops see him and yell put the gun down.

PA PA PA! shooter shoots himself dead. 

Students run out to hug their parents.

 

 

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My community

Comments

calfaro

The poem was really good 

calfaro

I really like the way you wrote it.

calfaro

i am mad at guy who was shooting

calfaro

It makes me feel sad to see a school shooting happen at your school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

calfaro

Sad story really made me feel sad.

calfaro

this is very sad.

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