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GO. All his mind said to him was to go, but it was too risky. Not only for him, but for every other person around him. The quiet noises became loud, and the agony in the screaming increased. Suddenly, silence took the school. They knew this was no ordinary drills, and they heard the shells dropping from what seemed to be- his heart sank. The door began to open. He could now see the face of such a vile person holding a gun, the school shooter. He saw his teacher, classmates, people he held very dearly scream and die in front of him, all through the small crack of the book closet door. The shooter then left the room. A book fell from inside the closet, and his heart began to race again. The shooter could now see him, and he opened his mouth to say something. Greg get up, you’re going to miss the bus!


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