“Attention all units, you are reporting to the scene of an active school shooting.”
With those words, I could feel my pulse begin to race. I watched silently as a parent’s worst nightmare began to unfold. Two teenage students barely looked my way as they ran past. Their faces pale. Their eyes wide with fear.
“They shot my friend,” cried one student as she craddled another laying in a dark pool of liquid. In the distance, shots rang out – and for a second, I think my heart actually stopped.