I can't remember the last time I took a photo of anything. It's been years at this point.

After the incident in question, I held on briefly trying to pursue a career in photography,

but in the end I couldn't keep it together.

Now when looking through the viewfinder on my camera, my hands clam up as my heart beats

as if trying to escape my chest.

Nowadays, selling insurance is a suitable fit for me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

It happened about three years ago. The company I was employed at allowed for me to work

independently as long as I could supply my own equipment. Every week I was given

the schedule of schools to attend. On this particular week I had been given an alert to my schedule to report to a school on Friday.

I was mad, thinking I had the day off, but money is money, you know.

According to the alert, I was going to report... But money is money, you know.

According to the alert, I was going to report to Corvin High School at 7am.

I was confused looking at the name, not recognizing it at all.

I had been doing this job for seven years, and most of the time,

if a school that I'd never been to decided to use us for pictures,

I at least knew of the name.

At the time, I just wrote it off as a new build that flew under my radar.

Friday came as quick as any of the day, and while getting into my car, now fully loaded with my gear, I input the address into the GPS.

ETA was about 35 minutes out south of my home.

With no other thoughts, I started driving.

Despite not having arrived at the school yet,

this is where stuff started getting weird.

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