In the days since the attack that killed 17 people here, I have continued replaying those terrifying moments in my head.
It began when a fire alarm went off just before school was supposed to end. We thought nothing of it. People in my finance class had already left, and I grabbed my backpack to evacuate. The next thing I knew, I heard people running and shouting. My teacher yelled at us to get back in class.
I sprinted to her closet and crammed myself against shelves filled with papers and binders. The rest of the closet filled up with the other students. We thought it was a drill. It wasn’t.
My phone flooded with messages from friends and family members asking if I was OK. I checked in with my sister and my friends, most of whom were safe or had evacuated. I texted my family and told them that I loved them.
After over an hour of confusion, the police finally came to get us. We ran out of the building with our hands over our heads. I have never run so fast. I met up with my friends and sat with them, still in shock. At home, it still didn’t feel real. We tried to watch TV to distract ourselves. We saw celebrities and politicians talking about our school. But it didn’t feel like our school. It seemed like a movie, a dream, a nightmare.
My friends, classmates, and teachers are dead. I see the media portraying them as good children who were smart and kind, but they were much more than that. My friend Gina is dead. I had just talked to her in art class that morning. We laughed together, we sang together, we smiled together. We will never do that again.
We can’t let innocent people’s deaths be in vain. We need to work together beyond political parties to make sure this never happens again. This tragedy could have been prevented. If there were tougher gun laws, including proper background checks, then those who should not have firearms would not have them.
Don’t let any more children suffer like we have. This may not seem relevant to you. But next time, it could be your family, your friends, your neighbors. Next time, it could be you.