I walked out alongside my homeroom teacher. She seemed a bit normal as she had almost recovered from the fatigue of climbing the stairs.
She didn't say a word to me. Walking down the silent road I tried to think of my next step.
Not long after we were tight in front of our school entrance.
Beside the gate, my parents alongside a couple of police officers were standing. I broke into tears at the sight of me.
But what confuses me the most is, I am completely fine so why are they both crying at the sight of me? I understand the concern but nothing more than that. Maybe it's the parental love that I don't know of.
Whatever.
…
After shedding tons of tears everything calmed down.
Although the school was in jeopardy, now it was dead silent. I learned that the teachers sent the students home in order to stop the ruckus from increasing.