This appeared March 27 on the OpEd page of the NYTimes. You can read it on the Times, here:
I Tried to Befriend Nikolas Cruz.
He Still Killed My Friends.
By ISABELLE ROBINSON
MARCH 27, 2018
PARKLAND, Fla. — My first interaction with Nikolas Cruz happened when I was in seventh grade. I was eating lunch with my friends, most likely discussing One Direction or Ed Sheeran, when I felt a sudden pain in my lower back. The force of the blow knocked the wind out of my 90-pound body; tears stung my eyes. I turned around and saw him, smirking. I had never seen this boy before, but I would never forget his face. His eyes were lit up with a sick, twisted joy as he watched me cry.