I was laying on a gurney, being carried to an ambulance. I looked around me. Several students and teachers were standing around and crying. There were a few injured people: those who had accidentally been shot and those who had jumped out of a second-floor window to avoid meeting the shooters. I knew that I caused all of this.
I'd thought that I was going to die. Thankfully, the police came in time. An officer shot and killed Moe. The others were arrested.
I was lifted into an ambulance and quickly taken to a hospital.
The doctors told me that I was free to go today. Of course my dad wasn't going to pick me up, so Nathan offered to drive me home. We were in his car, riding down the street.
"Thanks for the ride," I said.
"No problem."
"How's everything been at school?"
"Things are finally getting back to normal."
"That's good. I hope they will give everyone some extra time to do their work because me and Mel's project is due tomorrow. I guess I should call her."
"Uh, I don't think she'll answer."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Well, uh…." Nathan was quiet for a long time. "She's dead."