"Arrr! High school shootin' be raisin' a ruckus, matey! 911 be swamped like a ship in a storm!"
2024-09-15
Arrr, freshly plundered sounds from the morn of the Apalachee High calamity be echoing with worried landlubber parents! Meanwhile, many a soul be met with an automaton's droning, barkin’ about a “high tide o’ calls!” Aye, the sea of concern be stormy indeed!
At the stroke of 10:20, the Barrow County call center was swamped with landlubbers seekin' news o' their wee ones, but alas! They be met with an automated message, tellin' 'em the line was busier than a pirate ship in a treasure hunt! One poor soul blubbered, "Me daughter be cryin', sayin' there be 'boom, boom, boom!'” Aye, that be a frightful sound, not the jolly jigs o' yer typical tavern!
The gallant officers rushed to the scene, lockin' down the school quicker than a pirate can say 'shiver me timbers!' but many calls remain secret due to the law, as they hold the cries of innocent lads and lasses. Sadly, four souls—two young scallywags and two brave teachers—met their fate that day.
Now, the two knaves responsible, Colt and Colin Gray, be facing the hangman’s noose, with young Colt bein' tried like a seasoned buccaneer! 'Tis a grim tale, indeed, but let us hope for calmer seas ahead! Arrr!