Shattered InnocenceA Story by JenniferI can just imagine how they felt. I can just imagine what they feel. When I was in elementary school, things were a little different. School shootings existed then; ever since 1979. They are not as extreme as the recent ones. If you can look through the eyes of others, you will be mortified. I can see the terror from the child's eyes. An ordinary day, shattered by the sound of guns shots thundering through the halls. An ordinary time for the holidays, shattered by fear to never see Christmas morn. Like the end of the world that was earlier than expected. Little feet frantically look for a place to hide. The people who loved them and people who they loved are in danger. Children run for cover in the cupboards with care from the teacher. Would the material in the cupboards be the last thing they see. They feel stuffy inside the hiding place, just like hide-and-seek. Their beloved teacher attempted to deter the madman. There was a loud pop and then silence. They remained in silence. Frozen with fear to move. What would they see? Is the bad man still there? The brave little ones peak out. The teacher lay still on the floor. They convince their sniffling peers to come out and run as fast as they can. Don't look at the teacher. Don't look back. Young innocent souls shattered by images never seen before in real life. The pain of sorrow is overwhelmed by fear. The children stuffed in the bathroom. Silent as a mouse. Don't move. Silence. Suspicion of the authorities knocking on the door. A wave of relief as soon as the badge is under the door. How can someone go on a rampage without feeling guilt? He didn't want to be stopped. Heartless and emotionless, 28 souls go down. It would take an army to sheild the little ones. What is the answer? What is the question? Where was anyone to stop this individual from making such a poor decision? © 2012 JenniferAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 21, 2012 Last Updated on December 21, 2012 AuthorJenniferLas Vegas, NVAboutI have been writing stories since the first grade and published a couple of stories on Biblioboard. I earned an Associates degree in Communication Arts at University of Phoenix. You can also find .. more..Writing
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