Walking into school is still weird, always will be I suppose. Mrs. Wrung hasn't asked for my homework sence the incident. That's what everyone calls it Kevin, they call you playing God, an incident-it used to make me angry, when I heard kids address it as that, but I've made my peace with it. In fact alot of people have made peace with the fact that you're not here, and its not even been a month yet. You used to be in everyone's bios and #FlyhighKev was trending on Instagram for a week straight, and now people are starting to forget. Emily? That girl that you were head over heels for? She seems to have forgotten that there's no longer a hispanic 6'3 boy walking her to all 8 of her classes, or maybe she hasn't forgotten-maybe she's really stung out she never gave you a chance and that's why she's late to sixth period, because she takes the long way to avoid the hallway you tried to kiss her in. I feel like everyone has there regrets regarding you, but they're trying to hide it-cover it up. Maybe that's why they call me obsessive, because I don't hide the fact I'm devastated my best friend is no longer here. Maybe that's why they avoid me and send sympathetic smiles my way when they see me adorning your infamous leather jacket in the halls. Or maybe all of this madness is just in my head, because its 4:30 on a cold January morning and I can't remember the last time I slept.
My name is Kevin Michael Desãda, 17 years old but if your reading this you know that but this is myrecord of -well me, so after the deed is done-long after were all gone someone might find this and will know I was here and maybe that will make this worth it. I was accepted into Harvard last week' and that would've made anyone happy but made me completley unsatisfied and started this whole masterpiece-if I say so myself- of a plan, before you start crying-let me explain..
