Her name was
Lillana…
A tribute to the Connecticut shooting.
“Mommy!” the already dressed child exclaimed,
jumping up and down hysterically. “Its time for
school!” she addressed, shaking her mother to wake up.
Her mother quickly looked at the clock. It was already
8:00! School started at 9:00, and it was a 45 minute
drive. “Oh!” mother said, shocked. She
jumped out of bed and got dressed. Soon, it was time to
leave.
The drive was casual, and fun. “Lillana, tonight were
going to the carnival!” Mother said, exited to tell her
overly hyper child. “Yay!!!” Lillana screamed,
exited. As the mother’s hands gripped the wheel,
Lillana opened the door. “Bye mommy!” Lillana
screamed, trying to get her mother to hear her. “Bye my
sweetcakes!” she replied, and drove off.
The child dreamed about the carnival they were going to visit. It
had lots of rides, Lillana thought, as the teacher told her to wake
up and pay attention. Suddenly, all the children heard a loud
noise, a scream of horror. “Hide in the corner!!”
The teacher screamed. They all hid. He ran to lock the door
as window shattered into pieces, and a man slowly stepped in.
All in a few moments, all Lillana’s friends, classmates, and
even her teacher, covered in blood and not moving, but so was
she.
The only few who were crying hysterically, heard the policeman, and
the final shot – the murderer himself. The police men
ran in, to be sure the man was gone. He saw the body, and
welcomed all the police, and fbi inside. The parents started
arriving, mourning, screaming as their hearts shattered,
dying inside. The police scanned the bodies, reaching for the
necks, checking the pulse. No heartbeats, but a little
girl’s, who was slow, and wrong. They picked the girl
up, looking for her name tag. Her name was Lillana.