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"Quiet down every one... QUIET DOWN! Thank you," The teacher said as he pulled out his chair from his table.

The class was as silent as the grave. No spoke or uttered a word. Nope, they were just waiting for the rumors to either be confirmed or busted. Each and everyone held their breaths for their teacher to continue talking. He had put his elbows on the table and held his head. After a short while of complete silence, the teacher finally spoke.

"Class... what's your take on death?" he asked. The rumors were pretty much proved to be true at this moment. Or at least to the gossip racks they were. There were still a few students who were clueless, simply because they didn't socialize as much as the others. A few were hoping the rumors not to true, so they would deny it until they heard the words fall out of their teacher's mouth.

"Recently we have lost a friend of ours," he continued, "Some of you probably already know this but Charlie (Insert surname) is no longer with us. She took her own life..."

To Mike, the rest was useless information. An overwhelming guilt enveloped him and he put his head on his desk. He buried his face in his arms. 'Why did I push her?'  he thought. 'This is my fault. I overstepped her bounderies. She forgot she was holding the scissors and then she hurt me and then her father called her and then she... she... THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!'

Thoughts ran through his head at the speed of light. He didn't have time to think. His head was spinning from the shock. The rest of the day was a blur. The class would go for her funeral tomorrow. They were told to wear preferably black and white. It was the only thing to do.

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