Kol .

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"You're Kol right ?"

"What do you want ? I got things to do ."

"My father died in the same accident your mom , dad and sister died in ."

"I care why ?"

"I just thou-" he cut me off before I could finish .

"Okay really . What are you getting from this I dont want to talk about my family's death , what do you want me to say ? Huh . Im trying so hard to get over the grieving and pain and its been two years and I still cant keep myself together . So please save me time and go back to your "new best friends" okay ?"

"Okay dude I didn't lose as many people as you but I still lost my father my best friend and some pretty fucked up shit happened to me after that and if you cant take some one being nice then you need to talk to someone I do . I feel pain too my mom and step dad are never home it feels like the only person the I care about and cares about me is my brother . "

"Listen i never said it wasnt hard for you but imagine getting a call from the hospital and them telling you your mom is brian dead and your dad has like a minute left of death but your sister has a good chance of surviving and you go ti the hospital and you get there and your mom and dad are both dead but your sister can still make it so you have a last piece of hope and happiness you've been waiting for three hours for you sister to get out of surgery and the doctor comes in the waiting room and says " we didn't see the internal bleeding in the brain and now your sisters dead too . And that little hope you had it gone you feel worth less like you belong to nothing and you dont because your to young to raise your self and brother . So please let me do what I got to do ."

"Fine , whatever. "

I go back to my lunch table .

"Was he harsh ? " Stacy said in a worried voice .

"Kinda but its nothing im not used to . "

"Maybe y'all can talk at the game tonight . " Macey said in a happy vocie .

"What game ?"

"The foot ball game silly . " Macey said agian .

"Oh one of those ."

Im worried that my past will come back .

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