As soon as I got my stuff from my locker I asked one of the social workers to walk back outside with me where I left and didn’t look back at the building. I walked through the crowd of people gathered around the memorial wanting to stop and spend another few moments with whatever was left of the friends I once had but I couldn’t be in the middle of such a crowd so I just went home. I couldn’t tolerate mourners shouting obscenities at law enforcement on top of the other tense emotions.
I too would’ve wanted to shout at law enforcement officials but I had no energy left to do such a thing. A million questions still lingered unanswered beyond why another boy brought his g*n to school, like why it had taken law enforcement so long to enter the building. It wasn’t 1999 anymore. All law enforce
