I will be starting a new story. So I hope you all like it.

Summary: A normal day turns deadly when a few students some to school with guns and begin to go on a massacre, killing and showing no remorse. What will happen when Samantha Walker is caught in the crossfire and is trapped in the school.

This story will be half the shooting and half about the healing process.

Here is the prologue.


Prologue

You hear about it all the time. Death. It's the inevitable event that comes at the end of life. It is some people's release and others worse nightmare. You are supposed to endure it after completing a life that is worth remembering. A life where you have had love and other things that have made all the bad times worth the tears and struggles. You are supposed to have done something to make a mark on the world, no matter how big or how small that may be. But some people don't make it.

Some people die young: babies, children, teens, and young adults. These are the people who have barely witnessed anything yet they have their lives ripped from their grasp right before their eyes and sometimes by people just like them. We hear about it all the time on the news, young, innocent, people dying. And what explanation do we get? What sense does any of it make? Honestly, none of it makes the smallest bit of sense because there is no explanation for what is the reason for these tragedies.

We have no way to understand anything. We can never truly know why it happens. Psychologists, Annalists, the Media, and other groups try and make up excuses for it all. They tell us what we want to hear, anything so that they can make believe they understand when they don't. The scariest thing in life is not knowing. What a person does not know can either kill or save someone. Nobody likes to be left in the dark. When you don't know why something happens you feel as though you are powerless and that is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Everyone hears about people who go out of their way to take young people's lives. Whether it be by murder, rape, or verbally tearing someone down these people are relentless. They feed off the pain of others. They do it for no reason other than because they can, because we allow them to. They love the feeling of being in control, of knowing that they can have the power to wield the path of someone else's life in the palm of their hand. They fear no consequences because no matter how we punish these people, we cannot take back the effect of their actions.

Then there are the stories of our children killing each other. No matter where we live or who we are we all know of the horrible incident in life that was named "The Columbine". This was a horrible event in history that showed the true horrible nature of the world today: bullies, the rich, the popular. At some point in life our children all face ridicule and put downs. Some of them are the lucky few who can deal with it or are excluded from this category because they are the ones who do this. They are the ones who lead our youth to such great measures.

The columbine was a school massacre. Two boys walked into their high school and shot and killed twelve of their fellow classmates and one teacher. They also injured twenty one others in their rampage. These boys were once normal kids. They at some point wore a smile on their faces and loved life. They at some points had plans for the future. They wanted to do something with their lives but one day that all changes. From that moment on they were pushed and pushed until they could not take it anymore and decided to fight back. That was on April 20th 1999.

These two boys were tormented by their peers over and over, ridiculed for being different then anyone else. They were bullied by the jocks and the athletes. They were called gay and make remarks at that even a grownup would find repulsive and inexcusable. After a while they got tired and wanted it all to stop so they took matter into their own hands. They decided that once and for all they needed to stick up for themselves and make it all just stop.

I had heard about the columbine many times before but never thought that it could happen to me. I never thought that our school would ever turn out the same. I thought the people in it were different to me but I was wrong. How could our school be different? The students were the same way. We had our cliques. We had the jocks, the preps, the nerds, the outsiders, the Goths, the skaters; the list went on and on. There were the people who got bullied for no reason as well.

But no one ever thought that these kids would ever go out and buy a gun and bring it to school. No one ever thought that they would want to kill those who those who picked on them day in and day out. They thought that the kids would just take it and nothing would ever happen. It was high school after all. It was a rough place and you had to learn to survive on your own. Everyone thought that the kids who were picked on would notice that and some point and understand.

They were wrong.


There it is the Prologue.

Tell me what you all think and if I should continue it.

I need you guys to tell me if I should put Jamie and Sawyer as the same age as Sam and if they should be in the school too.