Stepping into the classroom he kept pondering the thought. That someone cared. Not only that, but someone cared about him. Well, sort of, unless they kept putting the damn thing on the wrong locker. That was definitely an option to his dismay.
"Good morning class! Today we will be learning about..." The boy's English teacher droned on, and he decided to just ignore whatever the teacher was teaching.
After about a half an hour of thinking, his mind wondered to the girl. The girl who smiled. The one who sat down. The girl who noticed him. She looked familiar to him. The boy didn't know why. She might have been one of Em's friends, but he couldn't remember exactly. It has been years. Bouncing the idea around in his head for awhile, the boy decided that the girl was in fact, one of Em's old friends.
Most of Em's friends had been a year older than her and him, so they graduated before her death, and didn't bother to stay in contact with their family. The others didn't bother to stay in contact because he was a spitting image of her, and they couldn't stand to remember the accident.
They all left.
Well except for her.
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Short StoryThe boy crumpled up the paper. It didn't matter, nothing he did ever mattered. It was paper anyway. [ c o m p l e t e d ] * warning : to some people this may be slightly cliche, this may also be sad too * c o v e r . c r e d i t : @DramaticCoverMak...
