My name is Caspen Becher and I was in class during the February 14th massacre at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. THIS is my story 
It wasn’t a normal day. Not like everyone says it was. It was Valentine’s Day. I was supposed to be happy.
I went to my first class, science. Then to my English class. Then to Lunch where GSA had set up their Declaration of Love table that I decided to help out at for both lunches.
I remember the time in between lunches. Dancing with @Leonor4Change (her trying an failing to show me how to move my hips to dance correctly)
I remember laying across @Emma4Change’s and @Leonor4Change’s laps just chilling and being friends
And @Leonor4Change witnessing me proclaiming my love to my crush
I remember being so happy I got to skip 3rd period
That’s how I wanted to remember that day. But that’s not how I remember it.
I remember going to 4th period to see all my JROTC friends.
But just as the bell was about to ring the fire alarm went off. I jumped in my seat and thought: “again?”
But it was not another fire alarm. I knew that when Mr. Porter went over the com to tell us to evacuate the building. I grabbed my stuff and was one of the first ones out.
When I lead the way towards the 1200 building I stopped in front of the courtyard.
There was a man there. Someone I didn’t recognize. He was holding a gun. He turned around and looked at us. I’m glad I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Im glad I didn’t have to see his non-blurred face.
I don’t remember what happened quite right. The one of the few things I remember was the gunshot. The way it echoed. Me thinking “Wait I thought fire crackers echoe- GUNGUNGUNGUNGUNGUNGUN”
I remember my C1SG saying “Turn around! Go back to the classroom!”
I remember the culinary teacher saying “Code red: this is not a drill get in my classroom.”
I remember the panic attack
Next thing I remember is bing given water then being restrained for the third time from leaving the room.
I didn’t know if my brother was okay
They had to hold me back
Then it’s all a blur
The SWOT Team. The searching for my brother. Getting home.
Standing in the kitchen reunited.
That was my story. That was how I survived. That was the worst day of my life.
I know I know more I just can’t unlock that part of my brain when I’m awake.
THAT was my story.
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