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An angry student standing in our mist

Wishing he would just stop,

Instead he was scaring us a lot.

The gun was pointed, and poised to shoot.

The angry man was screaming not to move.

The silent tears that rolled fast,

Wishing that our lives would last.

One wrong move, a bullet in my head.

One wrong move and I’d be dead.

I clung to the student next to me,

And saw fear, as far as the eye could see.

Even the gunman had tears in his eyes.

Even he was saying his last good bye.

I wondered how he could be so full of fear,

When he was the one who held us here.

Memories suddenly flashed through my mind,

With images of those who I would leave behind.

A girl started talking to him, her voice was full of fear.

He shot her in the head, bringing us all to tears.

Her lifeless body sprawled on the floor,

A beautiful student who will live no more.

Blood splattered all over the walls,

With our screams echoing,

through the halls.

The Police men was shouting outside,

Telling us to "get down and hide".

The gunman cocked the gun again,

The determination in his eyes was certain.

He told us all to line up, one by one.

And to the first students head,

he held the gun.

A small explosion filled the air,

As the body fell without care.

He made his way down the line,

Acting as if everything was fine.

Closer and closer, he came towards me,

Ignoring every person’s pleas.

The girl beside me shivered and shook.

Staring at the boy's life,

He just took.

The gun was then pressed against her head,

And with one shot she was dead.

Human blood slapped my face,

As the gunman closed the space.

Cold metal was forced against my chin,

As I waited for my death to begin.

Bang went the gun as,

I collapsed to the ground,

And with my last moments,

I looked around.

The gunman put the gun to his own head,

And with my last breath, we were all dead.
... R.I.P to all those who lost their lives.