Her life is perfect. She is living the life of a rich girl, popular in her private school and spoiled by her loving parents. What else could she ask for? She has no troubles. She is a lovely girl, and her friends adore her. Everybody adores her. But the world is not perfect. Her parents worry about the future and her school worries about what could happen the next day. Thus, the school imparts the Active Shooter class, Run-Hide-Fight training and as with all her classes she takes it seriously. Her only worry is to have a boyfriend. Her classmates do not stir any feelings, and she wonders who would. Still, she is a happy popular girl. Then the inconceivable happens. Her school is the target of a school shooting. Her friends are running and falling, pierced by high-power bullets. In a panic, she and her friends try to run away from the shooters. In minutes, her idyllic life has been shattered. Her life has been ruined. Her friends are dead. What happened? Dead. Her friends are dead, and she cannot cry. The only emotion she feels is hate. Incommensurable hate.