Sunday, 11 October 2009
03:38:00 AM (GMT)
A girl in my school comitted suicide on Friday.
I didn't know her.
Her little borther picked on me for two years, and this is my only connection to
Many of my firends knew her.
Everyone was at the verge of tears the first two periods on Friday. After that,
people who hadn't known her, or hadn't know her well, shoved it below all the most
meaningless things they could find to think about. You could feel it, in everyone who
walked by, that straining care free emotion.
Kids kept going missing from class. Nearly half of every room was in the counselors
Those kids being gone, and why, brought all conversations back to Andrea. She was so
fun loving. Nothing but smiles. So nice.
"I think she rode my bus last year,"
"She was in my class is sixth grade,"
"Her locker was next to mine,"
Everyone was taking a fragment of the life she had set down, as if afraid to leave
some peice unaccounted for.
Kids who knew her were crying in the halls. Her brother left school.
Every teacher tried to convince us that the best way to deal with this day was just
to throw ourselves into
Art, said the art teacher
Singing, said the choir instructor
Moving, said the gym coach
And if you can't handle it, all students can go to the counselors wing.
In choir, Miss. Teener tried to keep things normal by taking attendence.
"Joy? Is Joy in here? Where is Joy? Has anyone seen Joy?
Oh, there she is. Where's Jackie?" And I wanted to scream that of course joy was
missing, even if Joy wasn't.
I didn't know her.
I don't know how she did it, or why. I would never ask.
People say they're praying for her.
Suicide is a sin.
If you leave a life of torment, your reward is an afterlife of torment.
I don't see why that is.
I don't how praying will help, if it is a sin.
But I don't beleive in Hell, and I don't beleive anyone deserves anything for an
So I pray for this wonderful person, who is gone. Let her be happier.
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