Can someone write me a fictional narrative i got a day to turn it in, just try to make it as long as possible please.

i just did half cuz i dont wanna get u or me in trouble for plagiarism. the story is about a school shooting, but you can change it.

Explanation:

I heard the screams before I saw what they were for. They pierced through the blank silence of the hallways. Of course there was the occasional giggle or two, but nothing like this. I was alone as per usual, perks of being unpopular, heading to the courtyard when it started. People still tell me I am lucky till this day. Only another turn around the corner, then I would be in pain for the rest of my life. Sometimes, I wish they would let me forget that day. Oh that horrible, horrible day.

*45 minutes before the screams*

"And that, is how to use the iambic pentameter!" My mini-lesson in language arts had just ended and it was my favorite time of the day. Once we had our lesson, we got to do whatever for the last 45 minutes of class. Homework, bathroom, get a snack, or my personal favorite, heading to the courtyard after picking out a new book from the library. I'm pretty sure the only reason that's allowed is because nobody picks it. The courtyard is kind of gross. Until you get to know it, just like people might I add. While most of it had weird stuff growing out of the random crevices, there were cozy nooks that smelled of roses, and a tiny patch of soft moss. I really loved it there.

I slowly walked through the hallways, captivated by the silence. Usually they were bustling with kids of all heights, shapes, and smells. Their attitudes were different too. There were the quiet kids like me, looking down at their shoes or at their phones. Not in the same way a popular kids looked at their phones though. If you were popular, you didn't look at your phone just to say, hey I am totally not lonely and so cool i don't even care. (Total lies btw) If you were popular, then you would look at your phone because its exploding with texts from all 5 trillion gazillion of your friends, and people who wish they were your friend. Sometimes there was a mix though. Quiet kids who just had on thing about them that they HAD to be popular.

For our school, that was Ian Epolo. He was kinda quiet, but the star quarterback. I think thats enough info to explain. However this mix had another side. A dark side. A side, that was willing to kill.

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