Part 2

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That night was the strangest thing to ever happen to Ella. Earlier that day, she had teased a scrwany, pale, freckled little seventh grader about his orange hair and oversized wool sweater. She made fun of him relentlesly until he practically wet himself. She then strode away to first period, feeling much better about herself. That same night, the same boy commited suicide. But he wasn't the only one to feel the razor, to see the pills, to write the letter. Ella saw all of it. She felt it, too. And she couldn't help but feel ashamed. She was sad for the boy's parents, his friends, and his siblings, but she felt anger towards the boy. HE was the one doing this, causing this dream. HE was the one who made himself vulnerable. Ella woke up as the boy took his very last breath. She was panting hard and much to her suprise, she felt water running down her face. She was crying! She quickly dried her tears, feeling ridiculous, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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