I sit at the lunch table quietly well that wasn't too unusual I'm always quiet. People around me, sitting at the same table, randomly talk away. I hear some one say 'I'm going to kill myself.' Mocking everything about suicide which caused me to start shaking. "Please stop..." I say but they continue so I put my head in my hands keeping my face hidden. Tears start to fall from my eyes. Oh no not again. I started thinking about Kurt Cobain's death. It always made me emotional and some thought it was quite stupid. And by some I mean me. Slowly my friends take me down to the guidance teacher. Turns out she wasn't there. I sighed mentally trying to cheer myself up. The other teachers send me to the vice principal instead. I sat and cried saying nothing. When I talked she didn't make me feel better. I sucked it up and just went back to class. Slowly I waited for the day to end and it did. Home here I come...
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Seattle's Similars
FanfictionNot so much a Kurt Cobain fanfiction but in this story he's a spirit/ghost. Enjoy (: