Tuesday night at marching practice our directors told us that we couldn't drive home the route most of us normally take, passing by the ball-park because there was some fugitive on the loose over there.
There were search helicopters in the skies above, looking for this man.
The director's told us that he was last seen wearing a yellow shirt and khaki pants.
We all looked around and made jokes because Drew one of our band members was wearing that exact outfit. But in all seriousness, we were all too paranoid to even walk to our cars by ourselves.
Later I was informed that he robbed a convenience store near where my grandma lives.
In out little town, this was big news because nothing interesting ever happens here.
This whole situation made me start to think about how scary it is that almost none of us realize that we live on the outskirts of one of the biggest cities in America. Of course we're teenagers and we don't expect anything to happen that's really devastating to us, because almost 99% of teenagers think they're invincible.
However, (Maybe I'm the exception?) There are so many factories nearby enough that if some terrorist decided to pull a second twin towers move, but drop some bombs on the city, all those factories would chain react and blow up, potentially reaching our tiny town. And there's nothing we could do about it.
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