I sat in 5th period,
Waiting for the bell to ring.
But the noise I heard
Was not the bell.
Everyone ran,
And some people ducked.
I saw my peers
And friends
Hide in classrooms,
Under tables,
And run out the school doors.
As four teenage boys
Ran around with weapons of destruction.
They took innocent lives
And created so much commotion.
They put guns to my classmate's heads,
Asking them if they wished to die.
Of course they said no.
But then it came to a girl.
A girl who was always quite.
No one knew her name.
Or that she had existed.
The gun was held to her head
By a boy the age of 16.
He asked her if she wanted to die
And she replied "Just take the pain away".
This young girl no one noticed,
Dared say that to boys with guns
Who actually had the capability
of following through with her wishes.
She looks up over the table she was hidden under
And stands up.
She motions for everyone else
To get out of the room.
And when we are all out,
Without the boy having seen.
The loud bang we all hear,
Shakes every bone in her body.
And we all watch from the door,
As she falls to the ground.
Tears seeping down my face,
I turn and run.
I run and never look back.
That day 150 of my classmates
Were killed.
And the four teenage boys
Killed themselves
After they shot up my school.
And the girl no one noticed,
was now the girl everyone
was talking about.
