Fear

I don't know if I'm afraid of dying.

I know I am afraid of violence and pain and surprize.

A few months ago, a boy brought a gun to our school during a Pep Assembly. This was a boy I barely knew, but I had heard the rumors that he wanted to kill the students, or fuck my school up, or something crazy like that.

I spent about three months feeling sorry for him and wishing there was some way I could help.

I only learned today that he intended to shoot everyone who was sitting in the front row until the police caught him.

Tomorrow there is a bomb threat. People are joking about it, saying it's nothing serious, but... I want to live.

I was one of the people sitting in the front row.