Michael, please, stop pushing Ann, thanks.
Those were the final words ever said by the young teacher, Miss Jane.
All the surviving children could remember was the feeling of being amidst a July the 4th celebration, since the sounds of fireworks were inside their heads and souls, but trully, happiness was not present.
It was 11:30 a.m. when suddenly, a rumbling sound was heard coming from the outside. What was it? Oh!!! Luke could just barely see a truck being crashed against the school's fence. Right away, a young man got off looking for something in his crashed truck...Unexpectedly he started to run inside the school campus, with a rifle and a pistol in hands, thing that caused an aprehension feeling in Luke... he got a premonition in which he saw all his peers being riddled with bullets, so he was at large, running away from his classroom, thing that saved his life.
From the distance, hidden behind a column leading to the bathroom, he could see the young gunman firing his classmates and the teacher as well, screams were contaminating his innocent mind...Luke was only 10.
In a matter of a minute, this perpetrator had either killed or wounded many of his peers, the teacher, and decided to face authorities, so the first responders shot him to death, but he had prior hurt two enforcement officers.
Now, 5 years later, Luke is still striving to forget that crude episode that saddened his memories of attending his primiry years. His sister is a current student in the same school, but she is now telling everyone home that she is listening to agonizing sounds, far screams, and sometimes her peers have seen what seems to be the deceased phantoms of those poor annihilated kids; in consequence, now is when this story starts...
Chris: Gretel, are you going to find me?
Gretel: Yes, aren't we playing hide and seek already?
Chris: Sure, but where is Ralf?
Gretel. He is hidden already. How much are you gonna give me if I tell you where he is?
Chris: Nothing, I can see him hiding behind the maps in the corner...
Gretel: Go and look for him... but you won't find me.
The school Principal was sitting along with some members of the community, the PTA members, a pastor, and a priest as well. They could not believe their eyes...it was truth...what kids had been recalling was a 100% positive... there were ghosts inside the school after 5 years of having been slained in such a brutal and unexplainable way, the kids were revisiting their loved facilities, including the playground. What the next step would be?
The priest and the pastor both agreed on praying for their souls to find peace, but kids seem to be reluctant to depart from this world. So, a medium was contacted and she was able to ask them what they wanted. However, their answers astonished everyone meeting in the room that day... they just wanted to play forever more.
The priest talked to their spokeman, who said they wanted to remain in school, though they could understand that they were making young kids to feel scared. So, what the solution to this conflict could be?
Easy, said the pastor, why not to build a memory playground just for them to enjoy?
All of them agreed, and from that day on, that local school is the only one where one ghost teacher has her own classroom and a ´playground for all her kids to have eternal fun.
Not ever since, children at school have ever crossed their paths with those former peers whose lives were taken off by a mad young man.
Restrictions are now applied for everyone who is trying to by a weapon in the USA. We have learned the lesson in an appauling way.
The day we lose our capacity for astonishment in face of barbaric deals, that day we will be merely animals that only follow their primal instincts...Give peace a chance! Let's stop the horror that is killing innocence.
By Miss Odilia Pérez B.
E.L.A. Teacher
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