More than just a school shooting

Date: 3/5/2018

It was morning and my niece called and asked me to take her to school. I told her I would, so I went and picked her up and we left. When we arrived, she asked if I would come in and talk to her teacher about something, so I did. We were standing in the middle of an auditorium surrounded by windows, when I heard a chainsaw rev up from behind me. I quickly turned around as everyone began screaming. I saw a boy in a classroom charging at me with the chainsaw. I immediately slammed the door shut, and he threw the blade through the little window on the front of the door. We started to barricade the door with whatever we could. The next thing I know, outside of all the windows of the auditorium are many teenagers, both male and female students. Some holding knives, assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, while others had strange or blunt weapons. There were at least 30 of them outside. The students inside were panicking as we all tried dodging bullets flying through the glass and students lunging with knives, barricading what we could as we ducked and dodged. A boy had been shot and was laying on the ground. I remember thinking ‘I need to save this kid’ while battling my panic of ‘get the hell out of here’. I quickly slid while running and ducking so that I could reach the boy. I pulled him around the corner as fast as I could, trying to loose line of site from everyone outside. I had no idea what was going on, why all these kids decided to group together and do this. The boy I had pulled was suffering from a gunshot wound to the stomach, just below his sternum. I pulled my jacket off and used it as a compression. The kid was moaning in pain and I kept telling him it would be okay. A girl came over to check on things and I told her to watch after the boy and to keep his wound compressed. Once she took over, I peaked around the corner and saw someone with a rifle outside the window facing the opposite direction. I took of running to reach them, because I wanted that gun. As I approached the window, in the distance, I saw someone point a scopes sniper rifle right at me. I stared at them for a second before taking off running again. I flew up some stairs to a window that led to a roof top. I went out on the roof, hoping for safety, thinking I should go get everyone and bring them to the roof. As that thought happened, I heard a bell chime over the town. The kids started walking away slowly, just tossing aside their guns and weapons. I woke up to my alarm chiming.