They've killed us all***

I woke up in the morning,
With a battered heart,
Thinking of what could go wrong,
In this small town,
As I think of these things,
Going through my mind really fast,
I could feel,
Something is going to go terribly wrong,
I could keep thinking these things,
But I told myself to brush it off,
As I got ready for school,
I ate my breakfast that my grandma had fixed,
And headed off to school,
The thought keeps haunting me,
Coming back never ending,
So I continue the school day as if the thought never occurred,
The thought left had left my mind for a while,
But came back before lunch,
Telling me, "Dont eat, don't eat, just leave the school."
I couldn't lose the chance of not eating,
Cuz I got dance practice after school,
So I go ahead and eat,
I sit alone at a table,
Surrounded by popular kids around me,
I would think everyone should be talking,
But no one is,
They just sit there,
Staring with a blank face,
Just as lunch ended,
Explosions exploded,
Glass shattering,
Boards breaking,
People screaming,
We just leave,
Thinking it was a science explosion,
But there was more,
Shots rang out,
More people screaming for help,
And before I noticed,
Chairs were kicked back,
Some tipped over,
Food flying from people dropping trays,
I join the crowd,
Running for our lives,
Its a shoot out, someone cried
As the others screamed in fear,
We head toward the back,
Hoping we will get out safe and alive,
But people behind us are falling,
As shots rang out endlessly,
Every second people are in pain,
From shots through there back, head and legs,
But one by one,
We fall down,
We want to make it
But the door to safety is so far away,
The four people who terrorize us,
Are shooting the last of us,
We have no choice but to die,
It's like the holocaust,
Aiming there guns at us,
Ready to fire if we do something stupid,
Its only me and three others left,
So we link each other's arms,
And face them,
With tears down our cheeks,
As the four high schoolers pull the trigger,
Killing the remainder of us,
The use there last bullets,
To kill themselves for the,
Stupid thing they've done,
Of killing all of three thousand kids and forty-eight adults,
Killing innocent middle schoolers,
Killing grateful teachers who taught so much,
Killing because they thought killing would be fun,
The police come in, twenty-five in a group,
They look at the students and teachers,
Looking at our mangled bodies,
Twisted and warped,
Bodies laying on bodies,
Blood all over the floor,
From the seeping wounds of these students,
Who used to walk the halls,
With no fear,
That something would happen,
Happen tragically like this,
This school closes,
Forever,
To never be returned to,
To never reopen,
Because the faith of this school,
Is now dead,
Because of those four high schoolers,
That thought it would be fun,
To kill us,
Now,
They've killed us all...

*This poem was written on paper when I was in school... I tried hard to think of how it would feel to have a shoot out.. So I wrote this poem, with a sad ending... I tried my best and PLEASE RATE ME!!!!! I would appreciate it.*