Called Too Early

Walking to class with an expectation not allowed for the innocent. An uneventful day was expected, but never promised. My intention as pure as could be with the expectation of the same from a weary society. Graduation within reach keeps my sanity intact for yet another day. As I walk to the lunchroom I smell a mixture of meat and cordite that suppress my appetite. Running from the sounds of horror to a false safety shall be my undoing. Why can't I unhear the screams from my peers that perforate my ears? Why can't I unsee the hate that introduced my fate? I've wronged no one to deserve such an end to a story barely began. If nothing else I pray that the torment of those left behind can give some peace to another of their kind.