It was a normal wednesday

or so I thought

as I sat in my social studies class


a whisper passed across the class

"don't tell, but"

a gun

concealed in a backpack

in a school

full of future scientists, doctors, greatness

on wednesday

he opened fire

on a teacher and my friend




things like that don't happen in our town

things like that don't happen on a Wednesday

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