Emotion

Date: 9/10/2021

I was graduating high school again. I had been trying to clean my room all morning, and hadn't been dressed at all. In fact, I didn't have all of the stuff needed for graduation at all. So mom and I drove to Walmart, which just so happened to be connected to the store. I stayed in the car while she went inside to get what I needed. For a long time, it was pretty quiet. Not much happened from what I noticed, other than these two people kissing in the parking lot ahead of me some. School let out soon after and all of the students spread out across the parking lot. Suddenly, some woman starts yelling, complaining that someone had spilled a drink on her settee (or) on her car that she had parked in front of me. Another lady in her car started arguing back with her, and everything was moving so fast that the next thing I knew, someone was telling the first woman not to get her gun. She grabs her gun anyways, and I started to run towards the school entrance while shots rang out. No one else seemed to be running though, they all just stood there watching it happen in silence. I saw one of my middle school teachers at the entrance in the middle of closing the doors. There was no sense of urgency, and he didn't seem to know anything was wrong. I came to him in a hurry, alerting him to the shooting not very far away before going to find my mom. He followed after me to help me find her, but luckily she was already in the hall towards the Walmart entrance. I called out to her, and she waited for me there. I sat in the stairs and tried to tell her that something was wrong, but she just kept assuming that I was in trouble or that there "was no 'friend'". And at that moment I just lost it, I stomped my foot in a fit of rage, repeating over and over for her to stop and dropping everything out of my lap. I told her that someone had been shooting outside, and the complete shift in her face to surprise to apologetic made me break down sobbing. She started to cry as well, something I'd never seen her do freely. She never got up to hug or comfort me, or say sorry, but I suppose the shared emotion was enough. A cousin of mine came down the stairs with some of his friends, and he stopped to ask if I was okay. I nodded yes a bit, , and then started to wake up.