Engelsk stil

Her er det, jeg fandt:

I’ll never forget it. We were sitting in the classroom on Thursday afternoon. We were having a (history) lesson. I remember (it) clearly. Miss Harber was telling us about Christopher Columbus. Suddenly two men (bursted) into the room. They were wearing masks and carrying heavy guns.
“Don’t move!” they shouted.
“We are taking (about) the school!”
Some of us screamed. Miss Harber was very brave. She ran between the men and us, spread out her arms, and shouted, “Don’t you dare touch them!” one of the men grabbed her and threw her to the floor.
“Shut up! This is a political action. Keep quite and nobody gets hurt!”
I turned afraid. My glasses fell of my freckled nose when I twisted my head to get a better view at the men. I tried extra hard to give them an impression of not being anxious or frightened. They were both very strange to me. However, I recognized their weapons from Counter Strike. Miss Harber was crawling on the floor. It was not in her nature that she would be bullied.
“Every day, more than 80 Americans die from gun violence!” She cried.
“And you are not going to hurt anybody in this ragged classroom or in this old school.”
The men started laughing at her while they shot at the roof without a break. Lying on her back Miss Harber kicked one of the men. He collapsed with a painful scream. The other man doubled up with laughter. Nevertheless, the situation turned in few seconds (into) a shooting party. Miss Harber had with a single shot in her left shoulder been knocked out. The pupils screamed. Some tried to escape and others were hiding under their chairs and tables. Instead, I ran towards the baseball-bat placed on the bookcase underneath the dirty window. It was a difficult situation and I would under no circumstances let them get away with this. I grabbed the bat and ran towards the men. The bat was heavy even though I raised it above my red cap. The two men did not see me before I hit one of them right in his head. The man fell down on his back. For seconds the classroom was incredibly silent. The footsteps of the other man who was now running interrupted me from looking at the bleeding person.
I raised my eyes. High walls enclosed the room I was standing in. I did not understand what just happened. Even though that a shocked girl called out for help. A whispering voice called for me. Miss Harber who fortunately (was still) alive cried (at) me.
“It was entirely my fault! He was my son - why did I buy that stupid gun?”
 

Er du sikker på nogle af fejlene er helt rigtige? Det er jo 1. personfortæller.

 Before I hit one of them right on his head....Det ikke dansk man siger "i" huske..