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DATE : JANUARY 30, 2016
2 months after Brook and
                 and Josey hung out.
TIME : 5.27 P.M NOON
PLACE : CANNESY HIGH SCHOOL
                 BASKETBALL COURT,
                 COLORADO.

You know when someone dies, people pay respects and share prayers for you? Well to be completely honest, i feel bad for the dead guy. He's being buried under the surface of the earth and his skin is in the process of decomposing while the people that were close to him or her grieve. Well stop crying and start getting on your knees and pray for the god damn decaying corpse! He could go to either hell or heaven. And your crying because you thought he was fine the minute before he died.

Those were the thoughts that i used to have every time i saw someone grieving over their loved ones. I know, im a cold hearted bitch. Its just the way i am. I stopped thinking like that the moment i got the phone call from, Phoebe, 1/3 of my best friends.

I had a match against Josey's team that day. And believe it or not, we were winning 16-14. And the only thing we had to do was get two more layups, and then we would win the beautiful golden trophy. Yes i know, it wasnt even an official match. But we still wanted to win something. So me, Phoebe, Hannah, Lolita, Josey, Mark, and Fernardo ( he hates his name so we call him freddie ), made a really ugly ass trophy from newspaper and glue.

We just crumpled some old newspapers, put some glue in it, and made a ball. Then, we make the thing thats going to make the beautiful ugly ass ball stand up, like a stadium for the ball. We took a bunch of old newspapers again and just started folding them to make it thick and square like. And after unbelievably 3 hours of glueing each other and making a huge mess in Hannah's room, we finished the golden trophy. Or as we call it the golden globe trophy.

It looked a bit dull so we decided to cut out the bottom of the square thingy and put some candy inside, kit kats, eminems, gum, starburst, reeses, and a bunch of dollars. You could say we were gambling a little bit.

Anyways, we were done with the game and of course my team won because Josey's team were a bunch of pussy's and my team are a bunch of psychopaths running around the court with a ball dribbling in their hand with a lot of luck stored in for them from God. After the game was over, everyone went home except for me, Lolita, Josey, Mark, and Freddie. We decided to just hang out in the court and eat the candy that were stuffed in the trophy. It was really cool because no one was around the school's perimeter and we could smoke all we wanted. Theres no way we could've got caught. Yeah i know, but you want to be a doctor. Why the hell are you smoking? I don't do it daily. And because it makes me feel good. Thats why.

We were all having a good time until i got the call. I didn't even realize i had 5 miss calls from Phoebe, 38 messages from Phoebe, and 4 from my mom. I decided to see my moms texts first because she always freaks out when im out with friends. It was nothing bad, just her telling me to buy some milk on the way home .

I opened Phoebe's messages next. It was filled with stuff like, " WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" "WE NEED YOU RITE NOW" "GOD DAMN IT BROOK ANSWER" " ITS HANNAH SHE CANT BREATH AND IDK WUT TO DO OMFG ANSWER I DON'T KNOW WUT TO DO IM FREAKING OUT". All those 38 messages were sent only 1 minute ago. Shes a fast typer.

And i automatically knew what was happening. Hannah had a tumor growing in her throat, and sometimes she would have a hard time breathing because her airway is closing up. Sometimes it would be bad and sometimes it would be really bad. Her mom is usually home to help her when she stops breathing suddenly. Thats why we mostly hang out at her place. And because her beds really comfortable. And her silk blankets, damn those are so soft and they just work with me you know.