Everyone makes mistakes, no one is perfect, not even me. I wasn't a pretty face, or extreme brain, I wasn’t anything more than average, but for some reason he chose me. Maybe I had that gleam in my eye that said "choose her, she's a Christian": but then again maybe they just knew. There's not a single soul that cam look into their minds, but I can tell you what I saw.
It was a day like any other when I sat down in the library. I opened up my notebook and began writing about an act of Macbeth for English. I had only been in the library when I heard it, "pop, pop, pop". I jumped in my seat reacting to the shrill screams that followed. Mrs. McGuire rushed in and told us to hide: she said that there were shooters in the school. My heart pounded out of my chest, as my eyes filled with tears and my palms got sweaty. I climbed underneath my study desk, crawled into a ball and began to cry.
After that moment my mind gets fuzzy. Some say I was praying, others say I wasn't doing anything. All I remember is seeing them walk in and begin shooting. After each shoot they would congratulate each other, and then move on, soon I recognized them. They were two seniors Eric and Dylan. I began to tremble, how could my own classmates do this? As they got closer my face went blank, the tears stopped. I wouldn't let them see me cry. Eric asked me if I believed in God and I said yes. That was the last word that would ever leave my mouth before the shot him me and the world passed from me. My young eyes closed forever as they moved on to kill another. My name is Cassie Bernall and I died because I believe.
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