"Honey, honey ill be right there, honey ill be there. Clam down, he'll be fine. We don't know that yet. He'll be fine."
I could tell Harry was fighting tears I hung up the phone and ran over to the police, he was old and wearing a neon orange suit.
"PLEASE SIR TELL ME WHAT CLASS WAS SHOT?!"
The police looked at me and then said "How old are you?"
I rolled my eyes and said,
"18."
"Oh really? So are you here for your brother or sister?"
"No, ok this is none of you business why I'm here!"
The police officer looked over me.
"Are you still in school?"
"YES AND MY SONS IN THERE!! HE'S IN FIRST GRADE SIR PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW IF HE'S OK!"
"Ok ok what's your name."
"Claire Johnson."
The police man grabbed his walk-e-talky and whispered something into it. I couldn't understand anything he was saying my mind was so fuzzy, life didn't feel real anymore.
The police mad put his walk-e-talky back and had a tear in his eye.
"26 are dead mam. Out of that 26 18 kids and 8 adults. As you know a man named Adam Lanza came in at about 9:30 and started to fire. He killed 9 first graders, 1 kindergardener, 2 fifth graders, and 6 third graders."
I started to cry harder
"o-ok thank you sir."
I said as I walked over to a near by tree and say down crying and crying and crying.
