kateporter 1 / - Aug 19, 2016 #1Five. Five hours. Five hours I was in the school. Five long hours, I was there, unsure if I was going to live another five minutes. Five hours of peeking through blinds, watching five hours' worth of police pull up. Five hours seeing the SWAT team and armored vehicles from behind dusty windows. Five hours of panicked desperation. Five words, repeated and over and over, but never really believed- "It's going to be okay." Even if I get to live another five years, those five hours will never feel okay. Five police with five guns in our classroom. Five seconds of sheer terror as five pairs of shielded eyes swept the room. Five men ready to pull the trigger. Five fingers on both hands in the air, one for each time I'd been sung "Happy Birthday" that day. Five times I said a prayer. Five missed calls from my mother. Five minutes of tears and hugging my sister. Five times I tried to start the car with shaky hands. Five times my mother asked me if I was alright. Five times I said nothing. The next five nights were nightmares about the five hours of my life I will never forget. Five hours made me grateful for the five seconds it takes to give a hug, the five minutes to help with the groceries, the five months of my little sister's soccer games. Five hours to remember the five younger siblings I love with all my heart. Five hours.