I never thought my family would be calling me and asking if I was still alive. On a day that only comes around every four years, that all changed. Sometimes, as kids and teenagers, we see, hear and remember things that we should not. The day of the shooting at my high school yanked me into adulthood before I was ready. With my little sisters being in the cafeteria where it happened, I immediately felt like it was my job to protect them. The days that would follow would show me how important it was to be strong and mature to help my sisters through this. My transition from adulthood did not come when I was 18 moving into a college dorm or graduating from high school, it came at 17 when I had to help my sisters face the scariest thing that will ever happen to