story about anyboy who is victim of school violence?

Answer 1

This story is all time known story in california.


Location: Olivehurst, CA
Suspect: Eric Houston - 20 years, White, Male

Victim(s): Killed 3 students, 1 teacher and injured 13
Weapon: 12-gauge shotgun and sawed off .22 rifle

Summary: Unhappy with the treatment he received while at Lindhurst High School, Houston, called his former school with a threat to shoot up a school rally to be held at the end of the day. The rally was cancelled. Eric returned to his former school with a 12-gauge shotgun and a sawed off .22 rifle around 2 p.m. He shoots teacher Robert Brens, who flunked him in Civics in 1989, and then Judy Davis, a current student of Mr. Brens. Eric moves down the hall and shoots Jason E. White in the chest. At one point, Eric pointed his shotgun at a female student, but before he could pull the trigger, Beamon A. Hill pushes her aside and took the shotgun blast to the side of his head. A very brave and heroic act on Beamon's part. Eric continues his attack by taking 70 students hostage for 8 1/2 hours before giving up to authorities. He wounded nine other students and one adult. Mr. Brens hummed quietly to himself as he bled to death. Beamon died instantly while Jason slowly bled to death. Wayne Bogus was one of the most severely injured students, with a shotgun blast at point blank range, but he defied the odds and made a remarkable recovery.




The Hostage of Lindhurst High School Classroom C106, May 1, 1992

as told by Johnny Mills


Yes, actually there was a lot of stuff that was kind of Hollywood about it (the movie, Hostage High). The building set up and the way the Rick Schroder was portraying Eric Houston. To be there and see it up close the way we did will never compare to any movie. The numbness, adrenalin, dizzy, confused and down rite scariness of all the nightmares a little boy, or girl, can have on one plate was there. Everything was like slow motion but in real time. I know that I don’t make a lot of sense but trust me, it was real.

Okay, I will tell you what really happened from my point of view. First off, if you call the Appeal-Democrat near my town (the number is 530-741-1123) you might be able to get news clippings of that day. My name is Johnny Mills and I was in R.O.T.C. at the time. Wayne B. was featured in the paper for saving lives (if you want to call it that on my part). Check on it, it will collaborate my story. The instructor of R.O.T.C. was Col. Bernard Stine and his assistant was, and still is, Sergeant Miller. They are still teaching at Lindhurst High School.

The building you see is a two story building where the classrooms on top and bottom are arranged in like a double-decker horse shoe shape half way surrounding the library that’s on the bottom floor. It started out in room C106. We had a gust speaker that day on Cal. Trans, a government agency that repairs roads controlled by the county. My friend and I were sitting in the third aisle far right row talking about a magazine he had when we heard a loud pop. It sounded like some one set off a fire cracker or someone was hitting the lockers outside the room. The room I was in, C106, was a drama room, you know stage and rows of chairs. It also had a balcony. All of the doors faced in to the hall, no other way out.

Anyway our teacher, I think his name was Mr. Macalif, but I’ll check on that, poked his head out the door to see what the ruckus was and immediately slammed the door shut and yelled, "Get down! Get down!" Now we all looked at him in shock and he said, "They are shooting! Get down!" I dove to the ground and crawled to the back of the right stage and huddled in the corner.

Meanwhile my friend Greg was calmly folding his magazine and walked to where I was at and in his usual manner laughed at my R.O.T.C. military commander for scooting across the floor as he called it (he was always the calm one, that helped me latter) when we heard about 3 more shots, louder and deeper in tone. I knew right then it was a 12-gauge shotgun, very distinctive pop or boom. I should say so, I started to look for ways to protect my self, like I found a hanger and made a not so useable stabbing instrument (yeah, I know, I was in a panic) when Greg grabbed me and said, "I don’t wanna die." He smiled and kissed me on the shoulder. Being his normal, calm, jokingly self he reared me back to a well being calm, he called it the shock effect.

Mr. Macalif asked if some one would climb to the balcony and hold the doors shut so any one on the other side would think the room was locked. No one offered; so I asked Greg to come with me and he said he would. He lifted me up over the balcony and he could not get up so he went back to the stage. I looked to the other door and saw another classmate, Craig, was standing there holding the door. We talked about some things and we came up with the idea that if some one gets in we'll tell them that we were the only two there. Just then, little Mike climbed over the rail and pushed past Craig and opened the door. Craig shut the door and Mike started pounding and shouting, "He’s out here! Let me in, he’s got a gun!" So Craig let him in and Mike dove over the rail into the chairs below. While he was doing that a knock was at the door and a scared little kids voice said he knows you are in there and if you don’t open the door he is going to shoot me in the back. So we opened the door, AND THAT’S WHEN MY DAY AT LINDHURST HELL REALLY BEGAN.


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