narrative+essay

“Sit down, sit down, turn off the lights! I can’t believe this”, said my 3rd grade teacher. I was only nine years old when I had my first lockdown and when I gained respect for security guards. I thought that security guards did nothing but hassle the children at school and the mall, but they showed me more than I expected in this event. It started the day before when a kid, John, had gotten in trouble for yelling at a teacher, this was not the 1st time this has happened, this was the final straw for John at school. When John found out that he was expelled, he was very calm and told everybody that he would see us tomorrow, no matter what the school said. No one believed that he would come back. The next day everybody was waiting for him to show, yet. I was starting to get scared and I wanted to tell the teacher but my friends told me not to say anything because he was not going to show up. About 4 hours later, a voice on the intercom came on and said, “This is a lockdown, this is not a drill. I repeat this is a lockdown”. My 3rd grade teacher went into a panic. “Sit down, sit down, turn off the lights! I can’t believe this”. We heard a teacher next door to us scream because he was so scared. We sat there for about an hour half. Later we found out that John came up to the school with a toy gun saying it was a real one and that he was a going to shot everybody. I will remember this for the rest of my life. It was a worst event that had gotten better because, even though the gun was fake, the security guards kept the children and staff safe and got a hold of John without hurting him.