I don't know how it turned out to be like this. I guess it is my time to experience this… maybe it will no be so bad? I don't know how this began.

My Spanish class and I were sitting in a square listening and reading our Christmas wishes. We were almost done when the shots were heard in the hallway.

Now here I lie, still clutching the cooling pale hand of my best friend watching the black leather jacket's tail flutter with each step the bearded man with curly brown hair took. All I can do is move my hazel eyes to each blank face of my class, their pupils fixed and dilated. The man has now taken out his gun and is pointing it at my trembling teacher; I wonder what she is thinking about? Our eyes lock as a single tear escapes her eye. One click, one bang, one dead teacher with a bullet lodged in her scalp. Now he is looking around the classroom and his bloodshot eyes soon notice the slight movement of my body as I barely breathe in and out. The emotionless spheres study my body taking in the red spot on my shirt where the bullet missed my lungs. A cold shiver tingles down my spine as the eyes stare into mine; my once warm circulating blood is now ice. He struts over, a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

I am not afraid.

Instead of a sense of impending doom gripping my heart with an iron fist, acceptance floods my limbs. Maybe I'm in shock?

He is standing over me.

I look up into wild brown and he stares down into fearful and dazed hazel. Maybe this was all meant to happen. He kneels down and his strong whisky and beer filled breath washes over me making my eyes water more.

"Merry Christmas." He sneers and a quote from my favorite seasonal movie pops into my head. With a hoarse and cracking voice, I open my dry pale lips and whisper "And God bless us everyone." A loud POP and darkness invades my vision.