Sick
Alicia Lizotte — Grade 8
It was silent , the air tense . My breath grew heavier each time I breathed in , hot tears rolled down my face . I looked around me all my students I knew I needed to protect their young souls . I needed to be brave but how I don ’ t want to die . Suddenly BOOM and a thump from right above us . Heavy footsteps got quieter as he moved down the hallway . I could hear him come down the stairs . I held my breath , I crouched down and told my students what we were to do . I told them to get in the cabinets , not to make any noise and most of all I told them everything would be okay .
I softly closed the last cabinet door , I shook . My head thinking am I really going to do this . I sat at my desk did my very best to stay calm and started typing . My door rattled , the man was trying to get in . I took a deep breath and kept typing BOOM . The door shot open we locked eyes for just a split second and he almost seemed sad he asked where my student were , I told him my student they were in English class this was my prep period . One of my students rammed through the cabinets and yelled DON ’ T HURT US please we are just kids . I looked over at him in disbelief he was crying and put his hands up then BOOM it felt like time stooped I ran I jumped in front of that little boy . The bullet went to my stomach and then I felt it stop . I fell to the ground . My student screamed the man slowly walked away not looking back .
I will never forget that day and everything after that was a blur I saved their lives that day and I will never forget that mans face the cruelty in his eyes this world is sick .