Everyone Can Dream

FERNENDO NAVAS ENC1101 NARRATION PROFESSOR JEAN

EVERYONE CAN DREAM As the only child of a single parent growing up in Lewisburg, I was raised on morals such as love, forgiveness, and hard work. I was taught right from wrong and how to be a man. I learned that if you always did the right thing and work hard, life would reward you with success. I tried most of my life to live that way, from elementary through high school I made good grades and almost never got into any real trouble. But my life wasn’t a walk in the park, I was different from everyone else in Lewisburg ; at 6’1, tall, skinny, black, and unattractive, I stood out from everyone. Being tease, criticize, and harass was a normal afflictive day for me, however I could discern what was really happening to me. I was changing, my worldview on life was different, the morals and beliefs I once believed in was absent; as a consequence from the bullying I knew one more detrimental day would rupture me. On April 17, 2009, my tolerance for the world ran empty, I couldn’t take anymore distress. I woke up that morning already bitter and pessimistic about my life. When I got on the bus, it was brimming with students chattering about the night before. Meanwhile I sat in my regular seat on the bus just to find a frail brown cardboard with scurrilous words written all over. The words hurt but I didn’t let it provoke me. Soon after it was time to get off the bus, but as I was I felt myself falling but there wasn’t anything to grab to catch myself. I drop face first into a big puddle of water. Under my eye was a long cut from the fall, my clothes was soaked, and everyone was laughing relentless. I could feel myself losing it, my head was about to explode. In a instance I stood and sprinted like I was running for my life. For days I cried incessantly. My eyes was red and swollen, the blood from the cut on my face had dried, and I had a strong odor from not showering. My life was gruesome and I realize if I wanted it to change that was something only I could accomplish. So for weeks I created and analyze a plan. I ordered guns and explosives and even swat gear. I knew every detail to my plan. I wanted to give back to the world everything it gave me. So that night I started my plan. My high school was the largest in Lewisburg, with over 2000 students and 100 staff members. I broke into the school that night, which wasn’t very difficult because you only had to jump a gray fence. I went into every room in the school, setting up C4’s under the teacher’s desk. The C4 was connected to several red explosives with a gray stopwatch which was set to 13 hours. The rest of the night I didn’t sleep, I was anxious to give back to the world. I got dress in an all-black swat suit. I concertedly all of the armory I had to equip. All of a sudden it was time. That morning I lingered in the house because I knew students often arrive late. I headed out the house taking the back road to school so I wouldn’t be spotted dressed in all black carrying a bag full of guns. When I reached the school it seem like everyone was having an ordinary day, but no one knew the tragedy that awaited. Moments later there was loud explosions rapidly. My eyes was in pure excitement and pleasure, the red flames was bursting through the sky as the building showed every sign of disintegrated. The people inside was screaming for help. As I heard sirens approaching, I reached in my bag and pulled out two black automatic weapons. Students and adults began to sprint out the school carelessly. I fired the guns without any uncertainty. Bodies of the students and staff began falling almost immediate. Everyone in the building was wounded or injured. I knew the police was moments away so I continue to fire mercilessly. In seconds I felt a rapid pain in my lower back. I looked back to see the police pointing their guns toward me. I tried to fire at them but two bullets pierce my arm and chest. Dropping to the floor in pain I knew it was over. While lying there all I could see was a bright little light. It began to get brighter and closer. This had to be the light everyone seen before they died. Then all of a sudden my eyes open, I was laying back in the puddle. One of the students had been flashing a light into my eyes . Everything was an illusion, nothing that happened was real. I could feel myself losing it, my head was about to explode with anger. In a instance I stood and walk towards the school.