Helicopters cover the sky, over two thousand students are being searched for guns and explosives, smoke seeping through the roof. This eighty seconds, felt like a lifetime. The day was Friday, December 13, 2013. Yes you heard me correctly, the day was Friday the thirteenth. One day before the anniversary of Sandy Hook. Stuck inside my seventh period math class, my eyes are glued to the clock. Behind me, my friend Zach sneaks a peak at his phone. “Hey dude, someone is shooting up Arapahoe High School.” My eyes widen. Little did he know my sister Elena was there. “Has anyone been shot?” I asked. “Yes, one girl is in critical condition but the police have not released any names.” I felt my stomach turn. Quickly I reach for my phone to text my sister. “Are you okay? I heard what happened.” I stare at my phone waiting for an answer. All of a sudden the principal of the middle school speaks through the intercom, “Teachers, we are on a lockdown. All doors must remain locked and students may not leave the classroom for any reason.” I could see fear on everyone’s face. “Could there …show more content…
“Is she okay? Where is she? Did they catch the shooting?” I screamed. “Not exactly. The shooters name was Carl, a student at Arapahoe. After, trying to set the library on fire, he shot himself.” I was in shock. This was too much too fast. Once the bus reached my stop I ran home. Elena was on the couch crying when I got home. “Are you okay?” I asked. “She is dead, she is dead! The police had guns to our heads not knowing if we were the shooters or not. I was dragged through her blood! And now she is dead!” she cried, barely able to speak.
My mother brought over hot tea, trying to calm her down. I’d never seen my mom look this way. Her face was pale, and her hands shaking as she tried handing the tea to my sister. I take my backpack up to my room and lay on my bed. “Thank you God for saving my sister today” was the only thought running through my