My Life in Ruin

A story of pure sadness

It began as a regular day. I grudgingly woke to the sound of my alarm. I gathered my clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for school. I ate breakfast; Apple Jacks, and took my dog for a walk. I woke my mother, we hopped into our Explorer, and she drove me to school. When I got out of the car, I never knew I’d never see her again.

I went to my first class, U.S. History, and spent the hour and a half discussing with my teacher and class about World War II. My second class was Drama, which was always fun. We were beginning Shakespeare and I was all for it. My third mod class was when I started to notice some very odd things. Whenever I looked out the window, I noticed a pair of students sitting in a Ford out in the teacher’s parking lot. When I returned to the classroom after lunch, they were gone. So, after they had left, I paid it no mind. Getting an ‘F’ in English was worrying me more than two creeps in a car.

But, when the bell rang for fourth mod, that is when my life turned to complete ruin. I was walking down the hallway and one of the kids I saw in the Ford was walking toward me. But everyone was screaming. Screaming because he was pelting everyone with bullets from a M16. I dropped my books and ran, pushing people out of the way to find my friends and family, hoping that they had not been hit by they hot lead spraying in the hall behind me.

I found my cousins and grabbed their hands, heart pounding. But just before they tried to ask what was going on, holes erupted in their chests as the second boy opened fire. Tears welled in my eyes as their blood splattered my clothes and face. As they dropped to the floor, I went off in another direction to find my friends, hoping that they had not suffered my cousins’ fate.

I found a couple of my friends cowering in a hallway, crouched against bullet fire. I rushed toward them but a shot caught me in the shoulder. I fell to the ground but crawled toward my friends. Bullets pierced everywhere; wall, window, cloth and flesh. When I looked up, this cluster of my friends lay motionless and lifeless, thrashed apart by the vicious shells. I ran toward a door, just managing to get in. tears ran down my cheeks as blood leaked out of my shoulder.

My life was over, not just physical wise, but my friends and family were being slaughtered and I couldn’t do a damn thing. I ran out of the doorway. The boy with the gun caught me in the backside of my calf and I limped around the corner and slumped down. I couldn’t breath, talk, or even think as the boy with the M16 took aim at my forehead.

I just closed my eyes and the boy carted me to sleep.