Boy, 14, Sent Text to Mom Before Dying in a Mass Shooting at Apalachee High School

Reports have emerged revealing that a 14-year-old boy sent a final text message to his mother just before he was killed in a mass shooting at Apalachee

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High School in Winder, Georgia. His sister has also spoken out about the heartbreaking loss.

Mason Schermerhorn, one of the four victims of the shooting, reached out to his mom from a restroom during the chaos.

Ronald Clark, a youth minister and chaplain who was assisting during the aftermath, shared how he tried to help Mason’s mother locate him in the midst of the crisis

. Clark, who had received the tragic news while at a store, rushed to the school and offered his help to the police.

After a short time helping at the scene, Clark began encountering the injured students.

He described the situation as overwhelming, and while he wished he could help everyone,

he recognized there were limits to what could be done. Many survivors courageously shared their stories with him in hopes of processing their trauma.

As Clark worked to locate Mason, he spoke with his mother, who believed her son was safe.

She told Clark that Mason, who was autistic, had texted her saying he was in the restroom.

However, after Clark brought a photo of Mason to the command post, he learned that the young boy was one of the four victims confirmed dead.

Clark reflected on the pain of telling Mason’s mother the news, especially after their conversation just the day before,

when she had expressed how strong her bond with her children was.

Clark also shared how well-liked Mason was, describing him as a joyful and friendly boy who loved life.

Despite being autistic, Mason never let that define him, and he had a bright presence that touched everyone around him.

In addition to Clark’s account, messages between another

14-year-old student and his mother during the shooting were revealed, showing just how terrifying the situation was.

The boy texted his mother in fear, saying,

“School shooting rn. I’m scared, pls, I’m not joking.” Later, he told her,

“Class. Someone’s dead.”

Following the tragedy, Mason’s sister, Alanna Wallace, spoke out about the pain of losing her younger brother.

She described him as a loving and energetic person. Alanna shared how Mason’s kindness extended to everyone,

regardless of their differences, and how he was always protective of her, even though he was younger.

Alanna also spoke about how she’s coping with the loss by channeling Mason’s positive energy, and how her friends have been offering her support, helping her navigate the grief.

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