Rooftop

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Mello left his bed, where he'd been crying since he left the party. He could still hear the noise of merriment from the other children.

"Well let them be happy about this too," he thought.

He walked down the corridor, past the empty rooms of the children who hated him.

"At least I'm being helpful by freeing up a room for someone better," he thought.

He came to the stairs leading to the roof, feeling numb as he ascended them. He held his rosary beads, praying silently that this would be over quickly and painlessly.

The air was cold of course, being a British winter. There were drops of snow falling softly and he could hear church bells ringing loudly.

He climbed up on the wall at the side and stood looking over the bleak English countryside and spoke his final words.

"Goodbye stupid world, I hate you."

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