Dear Liam

May 12th

May 11th, late at night on a Thursday. I couldn't sleep that night, and it was soon that the clock went to 3 AM, it was now the next day, Friday, May 12th. I would soon learn to hate May, as my phone began to buzz. I picked it up, to receive the worst text I would have ever gotten in my whole entire life. "He's dead." My friend had sent to me. 'But how?' I thought, I went through all the possibilities of how he could've died. He wasn't sick, he couldn't have died in a car crash, he couldn't have...then I stopped. "What?! How?!" I replied, even though I knew the answer at this point. Then, I called my friend. "This has to be a rumor." I said. "It's true." My friend said, he sounded like he was already in tears. "Listen..I need to go, I'll see you at school, Love you." "Love You." I said, and I really really meant it this time, but I also wished I had said love you to him..before he went away. When I woke up that morning, on March 12th, I had felt the sadness. I hoped he would be at school, that this was all some silly rumor. However, upon arriving, I realized it was true. I was one of the first, out of the whole school of students to know of the passing of my friend. "All the 7th Graders Report To Homeroom." The lady at the front desk announced on the intercom as we were already lined up for our first class of the day. Then the dread hit me, I knew what was coming. I went to my homeroom, and sat down. The class became silent, everyone was confused but me. As the teacher then walked in, with tear filled eyes. He was silent as well. We sat there for five minutes, in complete silence. "Students, The Staff In Your Classroom Will Now Say Some Words" The lady on the intercom announced. The tears then hit me, I knew everything already, but I was in disbelief before, but it was real now. I didn't want this to be real. No words could make me feel better about this, he deserved to live. Then the teacher looked at all of the students, including myself, and spoke. "Thank you for participating in our moment of silence. As you may or may not know, your classmate-" I didn't want to hear his name, I didn't want to hear the the teacher to utter the words about his death. I covered my ears, tears dripping down my face and covering my desk, as my peers' eyes then focused on me. I was frozen, thinking about him, thinking about our times together and maybe if I could've stopped his death. I wish he could've lived to see May 12th, just so he could realize how much people cared for him. I dread May 12th now. Friday, May 12th, the day the world stopped spinning.