not studied for the math test I was about to take. It was too late to turn back and go home so I ran up the steps and into math class hoping I'd have a good ten minutes to study before it was handed out.1I found a seat in the back that would allow me to write answers on the desk if I couldn't fit them on my hand. It worked fairly well, but I was a little dissapointed when my pen ran out.2
Since David's death, I was the one who had recieved all the stares, glares and confused looks as apose to the other 500 kids in the school. I asked the guy sitting in front of me for a pen but he just looked at me like it was a miracle I could talk. 3
I ended up failing the test.4
On the way to the cafeteria I was stopped by Mr. Reid, the school's guidance counsler. Frankly, I thought he was creepy. He was big and tall and you were supposed to "talk to him". I just couldn't see that happening. 5
David's funeral was on the weekend and I still couldn't bring myself to think about him. I was too lost in all the highschool drama... I had lost all my friends and people were giving me goddamn looks... LIKE I NEED IT. 6
Mr. Reid called out "Ryley" above all the other chatter. Most people stopped talking to see what was happening and how important I was. I blushed and almost wet my pants. I shot Mr. Reid a very dirty look while following him to his office.7
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