text: The electronic rings and chirps of her notifications had kept her up most of the night. Words that were so hateful, so full of spite and unleashed aggression, that they still made her young brown eyes swell with tears. “You’re what’s wrong with this country!” “Go back to Nazi Germany!” “Welcome to the oven, snowflake!” “Please,” one statement read, “just do us a favor and keep your right wing, fascist, ideology off the internet. There’s plenty of white privilege here already.” Josie wasn’t even full white. Her mother was Hispanic, maiden name, Gonzales. These people were so hateful and ignorant. Josie’s statement had received 30 responses in just 4 hours, and she even recognized some of the names. “Josie Long,” the post had been tagged, “how can you support such a disgraceful and disrespectful individual? He’s the worst president in history! And it’s a mockery to the United States to have such a racist, and immoral, figure leading our country. Please consider deleting your comment, before others that actually know you, find out what you’ve said.” There was a familiar face of a red headed girl just below the statement. “Too late,” the comment read, “we already know. Josie Long, you’re a terrible person and I’ve already unfriended you.” Josie had woke up and started crying. Her own classmates, peers that she had known since Kindergarten, were pouncing upon her like a pack of hungry hyenas. Bashing, condemning, voicing their hatred in unrelenting rage. Josie sat in class, her eyes still red from the hurt. The room filled up around her, some had even flashed their disgust of her by quick flicks of the eye. She looked into her opened backpack. The cold black steel of her father’s .45, resting on the white binders. Freedom of speech, and keyboarding warriors, had killed her love for those she once considered friends. Josie Long reaches into the bag, feels the wood of the hand guards in clasp. School is going to be different today. With eyes swelling in hurt tears, with all the words ringing like a bell in her young mind; Josie Long pulls out the gun. A shot rings out...followed by seven more.