Avengers: Age of Ultron Pietro and Wanda Maximoff

I am truly sorry.

Hi guys - I just want to start off by saying I am so, soooooo sorry about this. I know it probably sounds weird from your point of view - but just stay with me. Ok, here we go.

So, today at my school there was a kid that died. Let me just give you the whole story.

Ok, so there is a kid named Jonathan who was in 6th grade - I didn't really know him well, but we passed each other in the hallway I waved he waved back - that sort of thing. Anyway, he fell out of a window or off a balcony - something like that, he was hospitalized for about a day before he died.

Today the teachers got all of the students together and told them. You would not believe how many devastated kids there were. I mean I was extremly upset, but I don't cry in front of other people. In fact I can't remember the last time I cried since I was 5.

So, naturally , I went around comforting kids,giving them hugs and holding them, or trying to distract them by telling them that I liked their shirt or that there hair look adorable today.

This is the weridest part - I have never ever felt more love from so many people at one time ever in my life. Ever. It was kind of beautiful really - absolutely everyone was considerate and kind to one another, everyone in the whole entire school.

Don't take me as some disrespectful person toward the dead and mourning - because I am not.

Let me just tell you why I think that this horrible situation is beautifu. It's that at my school - I go to an international school - everyone was always split up into clicks. You know your run of the mill popular kids, jocks, bullies, nerds. I am average, I am not really classified in any of the categories. I am not a basket case with no friends who only talks to myself. No - (even though I might talk to myself from time to time) I have friends but we don't really have any special characteristics that sort us into any certain group. I am sort of a geek - the fanfiction girl. One of my other friends is considered the quiet one of the group - even though we are all considered quiet to anyone outside our group. Then there is the one who is really smart and the one who studies 24/7 (I know that it sounds really bad that I am describing them by only one of the things that I observe from them - but I don't have the energy to tell you everything about them).

Everyone has their click and absolutely no one goes outside of it - ever. Except for today. It didn't matter if you were a popular or a basket case. It didn't matter if you were high school or a 6th grader. Everyone was supporting one another, no matter where they were coming from.

Now it's 3 in the morning and I am trying to explain to you why I didn't write another part of my story. The main point here is that I am sorry that I didn't write, I just couldn't get my mind off of this kid's death at only age 12. It's heartbreaking really. And the whole time I have been home from school the o not thing I was able to think about was ether Jonathan or how unimportant I am to the world and how fragile and precious life is, and how easy it is to take it away.

I am pretty sure I will be ok by tomorrow. But I am not 100% sure. If worst comes to worst would it be ok for tomorrow that I just write about what happened today at school? I think that writing about it is my way of coping with something shocking or heartbreaking since I don't really cry..... Give me your feedback please! Thanks for reading!

- Tessie