After the shooting the organisation surrounded the
whole school and started to shout at us with bullhorns and loud speakers.
Demanding that we give up Mr Dylan, that our compound was surrounded. I can
remember watching a small tank doing laps of the sports field, tearing up the
cinder track... It was crazy.
Quite
early on our Citizenship and French teacher Madam Raymond decided she would go
out and talk to them. She made a white flag and everything, but when she opened
the door just a crack a sniper blew her brains all over reception. It was like
watching a melon explode. Nobody knew what to do then. We were trapped for two
days, too scared to even go near the windows. Mr Morgan wanted us to give him
up, but we didn’t want him to die like Madam Raymond. He didn’t really want to
get shot either. He started mumbling to himself… ‘All this for a stupid bloody
game’
Eventually
we came up with a plan; we had to make it completely clear that he wasn’t a
threat to anyone. We used the school PA system to tell the Agents that he was
coming out and that he would be naked and unarmed.
It
sounds crazy now, but we figured no one could shoot a naked man and then spin
it as if he had been a threat. Before he went outside I wished him good luck.
And he smiled at me. ‘You’re the ones that need luck now girls. Don’t forget me
know…’
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