A
year ago today, we lost 26 angels. I still remember
sitting in a lockdown for four hours, not knowing what was
happening. The school turned off the wifi, so nobody could find
out about anything. All we were told was that there was a
shooting in Newtown. At the moment, we didn't know where it
was or who started it, so we sat in silence. One girl was
texting her sister in the high school at the time-I was in 8th
grade. We found out at least 20 people were dead, but we
didn't know who. While my teacher sobbed, we sat there
without trying to show any emotions. Our doors were locked, the
police officers came to the school and patrolled the area. We
still didn't know what was going on, but one teacher in 8th
grade left the school because somehow her daughter was
involved. We ever we had to go bathroom, police officers had to
escort us. We didn't have any food for about four hours,
too. We just sat and waited, until it came about time to go
home. One teacher was hysterically crying to us to just get
home safe. She hugged everyone single one of her students,
including me. When we sat through a whole bus, everyone was
quiet still. But when I got home, my parents just sat me down
and had me watch the news. I sat in front of the tv, watching
al the live coverage. You may say it was a year ago and to get
over it, but when I live 20 minutes from the place that was
hurt, I just can't. I think about it every day. I have
nightmares every night. It's not something you just forget.
You can forget the lives of 26 innocent people. It's
impossible. The only thing that I can do is remember
that awful day that took place one year ago
today.