i just remember like my friend jake, like holding my hand like jeremy isaac. this is not real, is not happening. he shot the glass and then he would stick his barrel in at an angle and whoever he is, wherever he hit, i really thought that we were going to die. so i was, it was a one booth and like the fire. lemme with a book, fire alarm gone, just a, i would have started a, an active shooter. not a 100 other people went up. and i mean like we shot, put desks by our door to power, hit it, sitting there in silence while we shared dining shots. and i was going to my mind, what am i going to do if somebody tries to get through this? still a high school with high school and working with a hold of a mom, a friend of mine for a while, a last care that mr. coleman at right after that a shot and a doorway pair. who i remember like carrying over the desk and i just saw blood everywhere. i saw it applied to pull it everything. i just didn't understand that these kids in the family were are shot. that doesn't, that doesn't happen. ben was shot mattie was shot and sammy wa