I was furious with Cierra. I stormed home, and ran upstairs to my bed. I layed down on it. It was starting to get dark. I pulled the covers over my head, and drifted to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of Cade yelled at me from down stairs. I was upset that he woke me, because that was the best sleep I'd had in ages.
I groggily walked down the stairs, and he was waiting for me.
"What?"
"Vivian, Miles is dead."
"What?"
"He died last night. He was found near the high school early this morning."
"What happened to him? Did someone shoot him?"
"No. He jumped."
"Off the roof?"
"Yeah. No one knows why. He wasn't suicidal at all, and he had a good life."
"Maybe someone pushed him."
"His parents say that he was going on a walk, alone, and who else would know how to get on the roof besides a high schooler?" The roof. He jumped off the roof. Four stories high, and he jumped. I was surprised that he died.
But most surprising, I was sad. Upset. I wasn't happy. I wasn't glad. I was sad. Sad that someone died, even if I hated them.
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Take It Up With Somebody That Cares
Ficțiune adolescențiAfter returning from being in juvie for a year and a half, Vivian is determined to confront the person who framed her. She soon finds out that everyone that mattered to her has changed for the worst, and when she wakes up the morning after she gets...
