The sixteen-year-old boy got up from his seat and made his way to the classroom window that faced the entrance of the school.
“Take a picture if you want,” his teacher said.
So, he got out his cell phone and snapped away.
“He’s in handcuffs,” his friend says. “They just stuffed him in the back of the car. I heard he punched a policeman.”
The boys aren’t scared, just intrigued. And proud. For their police officers caught the boy before he shot up the school. But they aren’t sure he had a gun. They just imagine.
The boy tells his mother the story of what happened during his graphic design class while she surveys his pictures of red and blue lights. She imagines.
And she questions. Why are children in a nice, suburban school, so disturbed? These are the things they don’t tell us.
Unfortunately, this is a true story as I have a sixteen-year-old boy that snapped pictures from his classroom window of a boy being arrested and handcuffed. This was just a few days after the Uvalde shooting. I believe we need some commonsense gun laws, but we also need to address mental health and what is inspiring children and young adults to be driven to such violence.
Written for Prosery Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Lisa asks us to include the line “These are the things they don’t tell us,” in a piece of prose (not poetry) that is no more than 144 words in length. The line is from Girl Du Jour, from Notes on Uvalde. It’s a powerful read!!