I lived in a sleepy town where nothing ever happened.
Nothing.
Until that day.
Something happened in our sleepy town on that day.
Something neither of us would ever forget.
I was sitting in my window when it happened, when I heard the sirens outside and somehow I knew it was him.
I knew he had done something on that day.
Something he couldn’t get himself out of.
The call came not much later and I rushed to the school and inside I mat met with groups of crying parents all hugging each other, hoping their children hadn’t been inside.
Then I saw him being led out and I knew.
I knew what he had done.
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