The highschool raced around in a fury of activity. Some students were playing pranks, some were gossiping and some were studying. The two students that drew the most attention were Nicole and Sam. For months they had been at odds, competing against...
Pure shock coursed through my veins. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to blink.
"What?" I asked. I had heard what he said but I was so lost.
How could she be gone?
Who would do this?
Why would they do this?
The questions were screaming in my mind.
"She was... murdered." Micheal paused before saying the word.
"W-when?" I stammered.
"Last night I believe. At Vyper."
I gasped quietly. My mind was loud with questions but I couldn't hear or think about anything.
I was lost.
"Was she the girl on the news last night?" I asked, suddenly remembering what I had heard just a while ago.
"Bro, you know I don't watch the news."
"Right, sorry man."
The bell rang loudly.
How am I supposed to do anything with all of this? She's dead.
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My first three classes were dull. Every teacher was trying to carry on, but none were doing a decent job at it.
A few people were cracking jokes to lighten the mood, but it really only added salt to the wound.
"Hey, at least you don't have to anyone to try to beat anymore." Said a kid next to me. I didn't recognize him well, his black hair covered his dark eyes ever so slightly.
"Joshua, that is very insensitive!" Snapped the teacher. She gestured towards Stephanie Miller.
Stephanie Miller was Nicole's best friend. She, Nicole, and my sister Tasha were all really close.
She seemed to be sobbing silently. Her blonde hair stuck to her face and her normally beautiful grey eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
I'm not surprised that she's crying. I want to. But it's like my eyes forgot how to.
I don't know what to do anymore.
School doesn't matter.
My friends don't matter.
She's gone.
And I have to pretend that I'm moving on even though it feels like my heart is being crushed by my ribcage.
What now?
What can I do to make this hurt go away?
And then a small little voice in the back of my head says, "Nothing."
