NOTE: I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING! NAAAAAAAAAAATHING!
Jen knew immediately she was wrong, as the men fired. She saw children shot in the heart, gripping their chest and crying, as blood flowed from their wound. She saw children being shot in the head, and saw some who, because of the population police's below-average aim, didn't die instantly, only fell to their knees, and hit the ground, suffering for many minutes. She saw children who knocked others down, in a futile attempt to escape, only to both be shot. Then, she felt the bullets reach her, peircing her arms and legs, making them no longer function. This is how she'd die? Exsanguination? She wished, now more then ever, that she was at her home, talking and laughing with Luke. She knew she'd never see him again. She wished she could tell him how she felt. She wished to be free, alive, running outside, laughing and talking with friends, going to school. She wished to live. Unfortunately, not many wishes came true. She knew this as her blood flowed into the rose bushes. She closed her eyes, and was released from this world.