I heard a shot and begin to shake
I saw blood and people runs to me
I saw a boy with a weapon
He looks mad, confused and not knowing were to be



I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was crying
I saw in his eyes some peace he had for
Children were screaming and running
Another shot was follewed, with many more



Children were hitted and felt on the ground
He hitted me to and I fel on some one
When I looked on who I falled, I saw my best friend
When I looked trough the hall for the boy, I saw he was gone



When I looked again, I saw the boy standing in the hall
'When I say go, you must run to the exit
I whispered it in my best friends ear
Í said GO and stand up,he runs, and I were hit



I fell on the ground & my best friend wanted to return to me
I screamed that he must go and run
I strumpled up and ran the other way on
I saw the boy put the hall to burn



I waited untill my best friend runs trhough the exitdoor
Then I run up the stairs and run so fast as I can.
I heard the boy came after me and still shooting on me
But it didn't hit me and why he don't understand



But when I came in a hall with only one exit
he stood for the exit and in my chest he shoot
I was hitted and I looked strange to his face
I knew that is was bleeding, it wasn’t good



I looked around me and saw the stairs
I run to them and going down
While I run trough the hall I saw a lady standing shaking
She was glad that I was found



But I wasn’t glad to see her actually
Cause now she can be hit too!
I said she must go outside and stay there
What else I had to do?!



She runs to the door and I run trough the rooms
I noticed the boy still followed me, he was shaking
I go into a room and take my shoe
I trough it out a window, hoping it would breaking




I looked if he is coming, I heard him on the hall
I looked around and hide myself
When I heard him walking furder, I ran trough the home-hall
I ran between dead children,some of them had the age of twelf!



I ran until I where by the exit door
I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing far
I was trying to open the door, but it didn’t worked
And the boy came faster to me, while I was trying to open the door



I pulled and pushed but it didn’t worked at all!
I was scared and saw people standing outside
I saw that the boy came faster and nearer
I knew I couldn’t hide




I ran again trough the hall, running into another one
I ran until I found an open door were I used to sit
I ran into it and locked the door carefully
I took a chair and trough a window I threw it




I heard the boy screaming and shooting trough the door
When I was climing through the window he came in and found
I saw the weapon turning to me while he shoot
I was hitted again and I fell out of the window, on the ground




I heard him coming to the window and I stood up so fast
I ran to the people, but on the halve he hit me in the back
I fall on the ground again and felt the pain everywhere
I stood up, before another attack



While I was running on the fields
My best friend runs to me
I hugged him tight and kissed him on the lips
So happy I was, him to see




Police are asking me if there are more people inside
I shaked my head and held my best friend tight
Camera’s was putted on me while I was crying in his arms
My best said :’I won’t let you out of my sight’




The day was over, the fight was over
I was shocked but happy to be alive
I knew that I must go on
But I had never expect that I would survive!



We all remains the dead children
But still can’t believe it’s true
The young boy had murdered himself
So we would never have a clue!



We stand with the parents of the dead ones
We feel sorrow and regret we say
But we now it isn’t enough
But we would never forget this day



What would you do if this happened to you?
Will you survive?
We say it couldn’t happened on our school
So did we thought, but we are happy we’re alive!

This story may not have been happend
But it still is bad
What would you do it this happend to you?
Would you be mad, or would you be sad?!

*Dit verhaal is dus niet gebeurt, tenminste...ik heb het niet meegemaakt. Ik keek een tv-stukje en daar kwam dit verhaal zo ongeveer in voor en ik begon er over te dromen. En waar ik over droom, dicht ik meestal ook. Zo is dit gedicht dus naar boven gekomen! Hoop dat ik er niemand mee beledigd heb of iemand nu iets aangedaan (geestelijk) ... zoja : Sorry! *