THE LAST 21 DAYS
CHAPTER 1: DAY 21: GUNPOINT
For some weird reason my school mates get this sudden urge to just act plain ole dumb when the last 21 day mark hit's the calendar. From fighting, cursing their teachers out, and a kid bringing weed to school is just the regular norm on an average school day, but when a kid brings a gun to school and holds it at gunpoint to a teachers head. That's how you know there's only 21 more days left of school.
The events that occurred today scare the shit out of most people, but me, I'm just used to it. People call you crazy when you just laugh when you hear a teacher getting put to gunpoint. I call people crazy when they still haven't gotten used to this bullshit. I mean in my opinion human beings need to grow some balls and stand up to the bully called LIFE. People need to stop fantasizing that one day everything is going to be okay, because guess what? IT"S NOT! I may be a Debbie downer, but at least I'm not lying to myself saying that one day a unicorn is going to slide down a rainbow and hand me a billion dollars in cash. Until that day comes I'll stick to my Debbie downer persona
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After the incident at school everything has been a stick in the mud for everyone. It got so hectic at school that all transportation (busses) wasn't going to drop kids off so our parents had to come and pick us up. When my mom came and got me she was so hysterical like I was the one at gunpoint ( thank god that I wasn't). When I got into the car she man handles me into a hug that makes my eyes bulge out of their sockets and I turn the color of grape soda. I literally have to shove her off me so I won't die from lack of oxygen.
On the ride back to our house she bombards me with all these questions like I was a witness to the crime. After awhile I get sick of her bugging me so I just answer her with hmm's, mhm's, and okay's. I was so agitated with my mom that I didn't even realize that she had stopped the car and got out because we were now in our drive way ( thank the heavens. After awhile I thought she'd never shut up). The first thing I did when I goy into my house was run to the living room to turn on the TV and see if the news had did a report about what happened at school today. Which they did. Turns out the kid who did it was a bully victim who got sick of his teacher ( gun victim) not helping him out with his bully situation. Now the kid is being charged with attempted murder, and something about stealing the gun from somewhere. Who knows? In all actuality I feel really bad for the kid. I think this whole incident was just a cry for help. When I think about it I realize that this kids life is completely fucked up. Now lying on my bed, while writing in my diary, listening to my iPod I will make a promise that I will never break. I, Korina Anders, promises to never let a bully fuck up a kids life again.