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I sit in the corner

Afraid to even move

Thinking that they'll find me

And that I won't see next year



My next birthday; my first crush

Getting a car; getting married

Why did they have to come here?

What did we do to them?



Now I hear the screams of classmates

As their lives draw to an end

I hear my friend confess her faith

And then I hear a thud



They're leaving the room now

Much to our relief

The teacher softly whispers

"Let's wait for the police"



We wait for what seems like an eternity

Waiting for some help

As soon as it gets there

We give a joyous yelp



The police take us out through a window

In any other situation, I'd have enjoyed the ride

But in my present condition

All I want to do is run and hide



Now I see the paramedics

As they bring out my friends

I try to contain the emotion

Then realize it will be fine that I cried.