I had no idea what you'd actually done to him. I thought maybe it was some kind of accident or- That doesn't matter anymore, My brother is dead.
Gregory James Daniel, you singlehandedly nearly murdered my brother by stabbing his face with a kitchen knife. The way you mock my dead brother
like that is really something. I think I might actually pass this book around for a while and see what the rest of your friends think of you now.
I hope this "Abigale" girl hears about every single detail of what you've done.
You don't know what you've done to me and I doubt you'll ever
have enough empathy to pretend to care. You killed my brother. You killed my best friend.
I'd give a long winded explaination to why it hurt, but I'm too disgusted by your behavior to continue writing this.
I just have one last question for you, since you "love" him so much. Are you happy?
I found out a couple days ago that my brother's alive, and he'd actually temporarily flatlined. Sadly most of the school believes you actually murdered him for good. So you ALMOST murdered a 14 year old boy with a kitchen knife. Whoop-de-freaking-doo.
I'll let him finish what he was saying, as he was cut off by drowzieness. He's such a sweet little man who didn't deserve any of what you've done toåe way, I didn't kill Jeff grammar did. I don't even know what to say anymore besides leave me the hell alone to gather enough thoughts to pack up my greif case and leave this rut I'm in. I'm going to apolagize to him while I still have the chance.
