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cannot be taken away, but isn’t life a more important than a right? Don’t we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness? Democrats and Republicans both have children, they both have to send those children to school every day wondering if possibly they won’t come back home. They need to put aside their differences and do something, do

anything. Anything that will make progress. Donald Trump tweeted “...No child, teacher or anyone else should ever feel unsafe in an American school.” I agree with him, but everyone needs to turn that statement into a reality because how can I feel safe in my school when our President says that no child “should” ever feel unsafe. I should feel safe, but how can I be. So are we ok with this America, or not?

Why Me? [Excerpt]

Isabella Gillioz

change my mood so quickly. I shook my head at the thought. Would I see him after this? I wondered at that moment. It would truly be a devastating loss if I didn't. I looked back at him, half expecting him to just disappear, leaving me with yet another pain in my chest. My breath stumbled as I thought of how it would feel to lose this beautiful miracle that was brought into my life once again only a few short hours ago. His eyebrows pulled together, confusion spreading across his face. How was it that he noticed every small thing off about me? I asked myself. “Sorry just a… just a thought,” I muttered. His eyebrows loosened a bit, but did not return to their normal state. “Okay…” he replied. “You know, everything’s alright,” he added hastily. I nodded my head, still not completely convinced. Just then, there was a noise from behind a house. The soldier who silenced both Roy and I peered behind a building to check what the source of the sound was. I looked over at Roy.

When the troop received the order to get our weapons ready and walk around the perimeter, I slung the M16 over to my front. I kept the nozzle low, so if it was to malfunction and a few rounds shot out, it wouldn't be lethal to anyone. I risked a glance at Roy, who already had his weapon fixed in his hands. I felt the distress on my face, and tried my best to hide it. His expression was calm and serene, almost… bored. His dark brown eyes suddenly turned to mine, and I quickly looked away, fearing that my mask hiding the distress was on the brink of destruction. I noticed from the corner of my eye that his eyes were rooted to my face. I felt my cheeks grow hot, not because of the burning sun. My knuckles turned white because of my grip on the M16. I heard him laugh under his breath, and I couldn't help but smile. My grip on the weapon loosened, and I attempted to cover up the smile, but couldn't. I fell to the urge to look over at him, and found that a wide grin was stretched across his face. I rolled my eyes at him, and turned back to facing forward. It was fascinating how he could

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