Chardon
A normal day,
A boy sits down with his friends,
He sets his bag down.
They talk about plans,
Ans what's happening later,
They're all unaware.
The day turns drastic,
No one would have suspected,
That this would happens.
A gun is fired,
Into a group of students,
Their plans are ruined.
My condolences.
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2012
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