I am 13 and I have a revolver in my hands. I am aiming for a silhouette of a man. To the right is a man, and to the left is another man. My targets are men, and I shoot. I miss them all. I reload, and then I miss them again. My father is behind me and says in a low tone to focus and think about someone I hate. I think hard then I shoot again, it ricochets, coming straight towards me. I am 13, I have a revolver in my hands, and I am unbelievably, uncontrollably scared.
Earianne Evangelista is invoking their Second Amendment as a tiny adult.