Principal Trenton: A Fictional Narrative

I had my headphones in listening to music when I could hear something that was unusual. The sound was not coming from the music and I took my headphone off. That’s when I began to hear screams of despair. As I began to look around where the cry was coming from, I nudged my friend next to me. I looked at him with a worried face and asked him if he was hearing the cry too. From his facial expression and his head nod, I knew that I wasn’t the only one hearing the cry. As we grabbed the others attention to help us look for the direction of the cry. I was rammed down by a small

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” thought Susan, “these awful nights of not sleeping. I didn’t get to sleep last night until 2 am, and then I had to be up at 5:30 am to get to the hospital for clinical. That’s not enough sleep. I feel like I’m stumbling through the day.” She said a silent prayer that she would not harm anyone during her clinical shift and continued driving to the hospital.

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

As I frantically got my lunch, books, and backpack together for school, I heard the news in the living room ringing in my ears. Another shooting down in American history, this one at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The news reporter began to talk about Adam Lanza, the shooter, who was deeply troubled in his teenage years. As the reporter elaborated, he revealed details that Lanza had access to guns. I felt my chest begin to tighten as I thought about dangerous people having the ability to purchase guns with no struggle. With each word spilling out of the reporter’s mouth I suddenly felt like oxygen was escaping my body and a sense of fear came over me. Out of nowhere, like a train hitting a car, I heard my mom yell, “It’s time to go, it’s 7:35.” I say, “Okay I’m coming!” even though

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

A searing pain gripping my entire body. Unholy screams tearing through my ears. Unable to breath, unable to move, it felt like I was being compressed into a marble and torn into a billion pieces at the same time. The event lasted for what seemed like a lifetime, and then... it just stopped. I was left with an understanding.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

My heart was throbbing, heavily and I could feel my body shutting down, my vision was getting hazy. And then suddenly I heard the sirens of the ambulance and two paramedics got down to our rescue as I fell unconscious.

All of a sudden I hear an awful cry. It was as loud as a fire truck's siren. I knew exactly whose cry it was. My heart

Sarah heard the screams and tried to make herself as small as she could. The closet she was hiding in was pitch black, not much bigger than a phone booth and smelled of strong chemicals. But for now, it was her only refuge from the terror that reigned just beyond the darkness of her sanctuary. The sheer panic owned Sarah in the moments leading up to now had drifted, as she realised the frequency of the screams from the nearby hallways had decreased in the last few minutes. But she was still every bit as scared as when the whole thing began. She could hear her own breathing and wondered how loud it may sound to the outside world. Sarah hadn’t heard gunshots for a while, five minutes. Maybe more. She couldn’t know for sure. The shooting began without warning and turned the school into chaos sometime during second period when Sarah was in the library.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I could feel the blood pounding in my chest. Blackness crept into the fringes of my vision. My voice was hoarse from screaming; I didn’t remember screaming though.