Something is very wrong ((OOC))
There are policemen in front of my school. There are armed soldiers defending its gates. Everyone is afraid that something might happen.
Something is ver wrong. Schools shouldn’t need this. Children and teachers alike should not be afraid of bombs or guns. This is a place of learning.
When did this happen? Why?
Everyone wore black today. There was a speech. And silence. A very long minute of silence. Our Maths teacher was almost crying this morning. He’s so stoic every day. And today he told us “I can’t talk about it”. Not “I don’t want to.” Or “I don’t feel like it.” He couldn’t. We think he has family in France. In Paris. Did he lose someone?
I am feeling so very detached. There’s tears and fears and whispers. “I heard that boy lost someone.” “Someone in eighth grade knew the taxi driver.” “When do you think they will come here?” “Did you see the soldiers with guns?”
The world is a mess and I want to cry. I want to cry for the people who were lost. I want to cry for the families who lost. I want to cry for the people who will be lost in the future because of misplaced blame and religious fanaticism.
I don’t know what to do. What went wrong and when? Why is it like this? Why must we fight and kill and hurt? Who did this? Turned the world into this?
Where did we go wrong?