I wake up on my bed. (Just like any other normal day.) I begin to get ready to school. I wear a red tank top with a black leather shirt. The shoes I am wearing in my dream are “punk” boots. I get on the school bus and as usual the driver smiles at me as he say, “well good morning young lady.” The kids on the bus seem to be sick. Not in a cough cough way. They look like the need help. Each of them are wearing the same thing. A grayish shirt with either a darker gray shirt or pants. Their eyes are looking straight forward. They have no emotion other than what I would call numb. I arrive to school go to my 1st, 2nd, and 3rd periods. But 4th seems off. The teach looks scared. Not fear more so of scared of being caught. Good heavens knows what. I begin to walk out of class when I hear a little girl scream followed by a gun shot. There are hundreds of kids in the hallway panicking. I here another and another shot. I’m running away from the noises. When I notice one of the lockers open. I stand still while I see kids running around me. Kids screaming if horror. Shot after shot. Without thinking I run to the open locker. I manage to squeeze myself into it. I can’t lock it from the inside so I just sit there. Closing my eyes as I hear kids falling to the ground. When soon I hear no more shots. No more screams. I sit there in disbelief. They’re all dead. I peek through the little slides in the locker. Two eyes stare at me. Then….SHOT. I wake up from my dream.