Dear Mr President, 

My name is Fiona Martin and I am scared for my life. 

On the news today I heard more kids dying. 

416.

416 school shootings have happened since columbine. 

382,000 children have been victims of gun violence in schools. 

I have dreams. 

I have dreams that one day I'll be something. 

Mr President, who is whispering in your ear for the money?

Is money more valuable than the lives of the future?

The second amendment works so finely that when I entered school today 

I was figuring out my escape plan if anything happened. 

Exit the door. Take a left. Run down the hall, past my friends, out the doors. 

Thats how I survive second period. 

Ever since I was a little girl I would tell everyone 

"Fiona Martin- youre gonna remember that name"

But now Mr President, theres a high chance you won't know me by shaking my hand

or by me winning an award. You will know me but the massacare that I was involved in. 

One by one.

School by school. 

Safe haven to safe haven. 

Makenna Lee Elrod, 10 years old who had a beautiful laugh and loved animals 

Naveah Bravo and Jailah Nicole Silguero, best friends who died together 

All victims of the uvalde masscare along with 18 others

When will enough be enough and the senate empties their pockets and saves their children

Mr president, I am disapointed that you have made me a statistic. 

How likely is it I'll live till graduation?