A deadly realization
I walked into school around 8:25, rolling out of bed only a half hour before. I wiped the rain from my face, I hate when it rains. As usual, I strolled in with a casual walk, like I was the coolest, because I could come in late every morning since I had no first period class. The first person I saw as I walked through the cafeteria toward the staircase was Louise. Usually an outgoing and crazy person, she strikes many as being on crack. She calmly and quietly said "hey", with her face to the floor, not even looking at me. On my way up the staircase to my locker, I passed my good friend Mike. He looked me in the face and said, "Did you hear?" I replied with intense wonder of what the latest gossip at Shoreham-Wading River High School could be. "No", I replied, "what happened?" "You'll find out at the assembly." I had a few minutes before second period began, so I walked to the library, and pulled up a seat across from my friend Kevin. "What's up, I heard we have an assembly this morning." "Yeah, I think two juniors got in an accident last night, but I heard they're all ok." I jokingly responded, "Well, at least periods are shorter." He gave me a tiny smirk, silently telling me we shouldn't be
The next few days in school were just as horrible. An aura of sadness hung over everything, everyone. I learned more of the night Wes killed himself. And more about Wes then I had ever known. His parents were divorced, and he had 2 younger brothers. He often had to act as the father figure in the household, working to help support his family. He ran track at school, in addition to being in the math club, the big brother/big sister program, and countless others. He was still dedicated enough to his studies to be in the National Honor Society. And Often late at night, he would still make time for himself to play hockey, his one true passion. He was even voted "friendliest kid" in our graduating class. I got to math class, and sat down. My teacher, Mr. Strotman, who I have known since I was in elementary school, came up behind me, and rubbed my shoulder, "Are you alright?" I picked my head up out of my arms, and just looked at him with tears flowing from my eyes. He understood that words couldn't explain what I was feeling. Beth Ann came in and sat next to me where she always does. I looked at her and just said "I don't understand...not Wes, anyone but Wes, he had so much going for him...anyone but Wes." We did nothing in class that day, and I finally stopped crying after a few minutes. Beth Ann and I talked about it. I told her how I could remember the last thing Wes said to me, just two nights before. On the last day of school, the senior class planted a tree in his honor. It was strange, only about twenty kids showed up. Those that felt really close to Wes. I think to those few, Wes will never really die, and he'll always be there. Often times, when I'm upset about something, I remember what happened to Wes, and realize, things can be much, much worse. Throughout the rest of the day, I went to a few more classes before just walking out and going home. I couldn't stay in school any longer. Biology and Film Criticism were the worst. Wes had been in those classes too, and it was hard to look over at his seat and not see his sarcastic smile that he always had on his face. When I finally arrived home, I ran into the house to find that my Mom was already home from work, and my brother Jerry was sitting next to her. "Mom, what are you doing home from work?" I asked. "Jerry got in a car accident this morning, he was very upset so I came home." I could feel my emo
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Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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