Friday, December 14, 2012

There lives will never be the same...

My heart goes out to the families that are waiting in that parking lot, waiting to see if their child is one of the 18 in that class to be carried out in a plastic bag. That guy shot the teacher in the foot, but just HAD to kill those 18 innocent children. Imagine being in 7th grade or whatever grade, and having to pass that class room that your sibling might have been in, and smell blood and death. It makes me sick. When my mom told me about that, I was sitting in my kitchen. We live RIGHT across the street from a tri school ( Meaning they have all grades from preschool to 12th grade. ), and I saw that American flag in front of that school, waving like it has been ever since it's creation. It is supposed to mean freedom, pride, and strength. But now, look at this country. Children can't even receive an education without a fear of ending up like these 18 four year olds, being carried out in a bag. I cried. I cried for the parents, running towards that school to find out if their toddler is dead or fatally injured. I cried for those older siblings, who had to pass that room, and see their sibling laying on the ground, bleeding to death. I cried for the families, who have to go home tonight and see those presents underneath the Christmas tree, labeled to the kid that they will never see again. I cried, because their lives will never be the same.


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