Personal Narrative: My 2nd Grade High School

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It was the winter of 2008 when I was about to die in my 2nd grade classroom. I hear the yelling out in the halls as my teacher opens the window and starts getting us out the window. My teacher hears the door start to move, and she shuts the window. She pulls me and about 10 others under the desk. The door is opened and a person comes in, and throws down a couple things around and leaves. After a couple of seconds my teacher opens the window and all gets us all out. Students run to the forest behind the school, so we follow them. All the school is heading towards the church, which is at the end of the woods. All the trees are big and tall and are hovering over us. We can hear the sirens just now going down the streets to the school. “ A little too late.” a 5th grader says. …show more content…

All of us sat there in question to what was going on back at the school. The church was about the size of 1 football field. There was stained glass on the front window.Sitting in this church has felt like it has been a year. The doors begin to rattle back and forth. I could hear Danny's Heart jumping out of his chest. Danny was one of my only friends from school and he was my neighbor.The door opened, but it wasn't forced, it was unlocked by a key. When the door opens the police officer states his name, and tells us that we will all stay here for the remaining of the day until we go

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