Ellie didn't turn up at school today. I only noticed because everyone was asking me about it. How on earth would I know, the damn girl hates me!
I can hear snippets of chatter spreading across the class. I make out several distinct words and phrases such as "Ellie" and "Like Rachel" and "I hope she doesn't do the same" or "she seemed ok yesterday." Everything else is blurred into a monotone of jumbled words.
People come up to me and ask if I know anything or if it's linked to Rachel and I get really pissed off by it. "I don't know, ok?" I snap at some geeky kid in our class who mumbles an apology before darting back to his seat. He's such a weirdo. Who'd get that scared of me? Ha, it's quite stupid really.
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Rest In Peace (sequel to After They Died)
Teen FictionRachel's friends are struggling to come to terms with her death
