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In An Instant (Fiction) Part One
It only takes an instant for your whole world to change.
You walk into school that morning, excited about the lesson plan you are going to teach, ready to hear the children talk about their weekend, actually your children, your classroom is somehow between the ages of Children and teenagers, seventh graders, twelve year olds, who are just finding their voices, discovering who they are, what they want to be.
You don’t live in a box, you realize how quickly things can go south, gunmen, and often children walk into classroom far to often, destroying their lives and others along the way, innocent children don’t matter, they are to blinded by the pain and hate.
The people who do this, have many names, and no names. They carry hatred and anger with them. And it eats them until the good parts are buried so deep.
You walk into that classroom, prepared, but not prepared because no many active shooting training courses you take, no matter how many drills, you can’t know how you are going to react until you are staring down at a gun. Facing down an enemy you didn’t know you have, in order to protect a classroom full of kids, who for five days a week, several hours a day, these children are in your care.
As the gunmen walks in, you think at first it’s some kind of sick joke, a horrible prank, but…
