At approxiatmely 11:10 am, I went outside to have a cigarette.
I saw Eric Harris outside. He had a light blue duffel bag with him.
He missed a school test that day.
"You missed the test."
Eric didn't show any concern.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
He then told me the famous words.
"Brooks, I like you now. Go home."
Eric Harris was 5 foot 10, thin build, hair shaved.
He was dressed like a cadet. Without further questioning, I simply walked away from him.
I was walking down Pierce Street.
I then heard a very loud bang.
I ran for my life for assistance, ringing people's doorbells.