One afternoon on the 2nd of June, I'm sitting in my English class along with my 36 other classmates until my English teacher, Mrs Geojakis, gets a call from the office saying I'm going home and that it's serious. So, I walk to the office and as I'm passing B block, a year 10 girl ran up to me holding scissors and I ran all the way to the office while shouting for help. Once I reached the office, I ran inside and 3 of the teachers, head of year, and the principal, come out and stand between me and the girl and the teachers try to calm the girl while I saw my dad and ran to him, and I hug my dad while I cried as I was terrified. My dad then took me home and let me calm down by relaxing in my room and I put down my school bag, and I lay on my stomach on my bed and watch videos and texts on my phone.
