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the day the officer told me the story about Scott, I ran right home after,

" hello, where have you been ?" my mom said when I waked into the house, she was siting on her chair the one she is always siting on, I took off my shoes and put them onto the mat, I came and sat down beside my mom.

" where were you" she said again a bit angry now,

"no where" I said

" WHERE WERE YOU" she said,

" I was out " I said, holding my tears in.

The next morning getting out of bed was really hard I kinda didn't want to, the pain of seeing Scott's friends would be too much, besides I'm not missing anything important,

I got out, and went to school anyway, my mother told me to anyway, if it was my choice I would be saying home by the way.

Getting to school and seeing kids I knew, and them saying sorry for me, was hard, I didn't want the sorry's, the gifts, the prayers, I just wanted then to leave me be, and let me live life like I use to without the memory of Scott and the pain, and the thoughts, I wanted to live life.

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