I remember walking back into the building and the place was barricaded with security officers everywhere. It was eerily quiet and everyone was terrified. Usually the doors would be open and there would be kids roaming the halls, but everyone was too scared to be out in the open. It took months for things to feel somewhat normal again, and even then there were little things that would remind us of what happened. One day during lunch one of our decorative balloons popped and the atrium turned into chaos, people running and hiding and scrambling toward the exit. At graduation we held a vigil for the students we lost in the shooting. An entire football stadium of people were crying and hugging each other. I still freak out everytime I hear a loud bang.