Creative Writing: Bomb Threat

I could not comprehend the reality of what had happened. Just leaving to go to school left me in fear of coming home to nothing. Getting rid of anything left me very distraught. It took years and years to overcome many of my fears. The saying “Time heals all wounds,” can be directly applied to my life. I truly believe that going through that has shaped me to be the person I am today. Staying positive and taking everything one day at a time saved my family. Although I still internally struggle from time to time with fear of losing things important to me, I have learned to deal with it in positive

It didn’t take long. Once dressed we called for food and ate our fill. We gobbled it up in record time, even though the food tasted overly salted. Apparently, the ship had slipped into the harbor just after dawn, the light had chased just enough of the shadows away to safely navigate. From the tiny window I saw half-a-dozen warships docked on the far side of walled harbor, their canvas sails all tidy and furled against their spars.

How safe do you feel when you attend school everyday? Many students and faculty don’t really think too much about school being a dangerous place; however, after a couple of school shootings had taken place their minds and thoughts may have changed completely. On April 16, 2007, in the town of Blacksburg Virginia, a college student who attended Virginia Tech, opened gunfire to his fellow classmates. This shooting has been considered to be the biggest massacre in all of American history. There are many things to be discussed in this major tragedy. Some of them include the events leading up to the shooting, the timeline that the shootings occurred, the causes, and the significance in this particular shooting. The Virginia Tech is only

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The one place that everyone thinks is their own personal hell, theirs plenty of reasons though. It could be that you don't want to spend your day learning, you hate your teacher- especially Mr. Harris-, you have no friends, or the most famous one is that you have bullies. Bullies from the popular group like Lydia, who would bully you mentally by criticizing your outfit. Or Jackson; who would, other than pushing you against the locker, mentally bully you by saying your weak, you can't play lacrosse, or by making you think your poor by boasting about his new silver Porsche that he got from his rich adoptive parents. Then, last but not least we have

Unexpectedly, entire buildings were being quarantined. School was cancelled shortly before our exams as well as our junior high ball.

The day started with, well, Getting up of course. The news was on, the Meteorologist was talking about the threat for tornadoes. I wasn’t on any alert whatsoever. In my case, I had heard about a threat every single week because at that point, Illinois was still in “Tornado Alley” and May to June of 2011 was just harsh when it came to tornadoes and severe weather, breaking many tornado records. So, I went to school, went through my day, the storms started, which I knew was going to happen, I wasn’t worried at all except for when school would be out for summer. It wasn’t even within 20 minutes after the storm started that, the tornado warning sirens went off outside, then the principal said to go into the halls and take cover. In this situation now, gave me tiny butterflies in my stomach, Because my family has always been with me during a tornado warning, but this time they weren’t. So I waited and waited with my mind blowing up from thoughts, like asking myself what makes the lightning and thunder, which my 3rd grade mind had always thought that it was God and Jesus bowling. So, the tornado warning was in effect for about 30 more minutes with no tornado, and the principal had sent out a call that school was dismissed early to all the parents for them to pick up

The anxiety, stress, fear, and worry may be overwhelming for parents who now fear sending their children to school. Parents may no longer want their children to stand outside at the bus stop each morning, or faculty members may not feel safe walking from the parking lot to the school all because of one incident. Even though the article mentions that there was an “enhanced police presence,” some individuals may remain in a constant state of fear and often times, it is hard to cope with these feelings (Novak, 2016). A shooting that takes place in the middle of town instantly makes people question personal safety. Behaviors and actions of individuals drastically

This kind of situation becomes clear to me when the war start in 2003 in my country and how everything was destroyed and the bomb was everywhere in that time , and we used to stay in the home with our extended family to stay safe and how was everything scary and complicated to stay a life. After the war ended a little bit and we back to school I remember I was happy because I will see my friends and i will play again with them , I went to the school and we start our first class in the school then I saw my teacher face was shocked and we are hearing scream over the school , I don’t know what's going on in that time but I was scary because all the teachers were scared and many people were screaming then I knew that there is a huge number of

I am from roaring fires(crackling, fiery orange flames warming my face) I am from countless summer days having diving contests with Evan. I am from 55 square miles divided in half with rolling hills and lights illuminating the street at night. I am from jumping into the white powder ( as cold as ice) then running back into the burning steamy Chlorine tub. I’m from the sound of the curved stick slapping the plastic ball hard enough to vibrate my hands.

On September 11, 2017, VA police were dispatched to Desk C for an Intoxicated Individual on VA property.

Water, water everywhere: It’s dripping from the dying leaves and forming murky puddles on the waterlogged forest floor. The air is sharp and pungent, almost acrid. Bracken and dry twigs are relentlessly snapping at my ankles and droplets of water are running down my spine and collecting in my sodden shoes. It’s making the late September chill bite my skin like an icy fire. It’s consuming me, engulfing me. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

In around December of last year, 7B students at Cooper Middle School, in Buffalo Grove, had experienced something no other pupils had encountered that year. A canceled field trip, due to the weather conditions. All students ready to go with their bagged lunches and drawstring bags hearing it was canceled over the intercoms. People dropping their smile to a frown because they were so excited to go, and getting let down. 7A students not affected because they previously got to experience the fun. We interviewed the teachers, and overall they said, "It was a sad occurrence for many." Overall it was a sad day for many, but they got to make it up after all.

Surprising all three police officers Rachel, Rebecca, and Mandy. Since it was irregular for military to take command of a local police force. But their fears where all extinguished when Reynolds took the microphone and said “There is going to be a change and the Colonel will elaborate about that, but to be suffice, the civilian government is still in command, with the military supporting.” Looking over at the three police officers he continued “Sargent Kincaid step forward.”

The summer after I completed the 6th grade, my parents decided to pull me out of my Baptist, private school and homeschool me. I, like most kids, was not thrilled with the decision, but being only 11 years old, I had no say in the matter. Despite my initial reservations, being homeschooled was a great experience for me, but I began to get bored. I missed seeing people every day. It was just me and my family. I was ready for a new experience, something big, and college was exactly what I was looking for. It was Sunday night, and there was a high probability that class would be cancelled. I prayed that that wouldn’t happen, however, it did. The