the wrong guy.

II

he hugged me and rubbed my back. i was on the edge of crying but i didn't want to cry, not at school, not anymore.
?: i'm sorry but daniel has to go let's go
he let go and turned around.
daniel: not right now, im busy
?: awe this is the girls brother? awe too bad so sad girly. let's go danny
daniel: amelia.. not now
amelia: just because he died you're going to follow her around? get over it! he died theres nothing else you or her can do about it!
she was shouting. it had gone silent when she first started shouted. everyone near us looked at us. i grabbed my things and went to the bathroom. i cried. i cried harder than i had even when i was at home. she was right.. there was nothing i can do anymore.. i couldnt skip anymore classes so i left the bathroom and went to my second period class.
teacher: maya aloui
maya: here
some guys walked in, they were all laughing, as soon as they saw me they made a gun with their fingers and pretended to shoot me and continued laughing. i looked down. they were the other guys friends. even if he was in jail, they'd still be around. if you're wondering what happened to my brother, he got into a fight, little did we know the other guy would pull a gun and shoot him. i started crying quietly.. no one noticed, since it was the first period we didn't learn except the expectations of the classroom. more and more people kept coming up to me saying that they were sorry. i  had almost all classes with those guys and they'd do the same gesture. i had no words to describe how much it hurt me.