Suicide Bracelets

I never did understand that girl. She wore sweaters and long sleeves, even in the summer. We never saw her go into a pool, or even think about leaving the house unless all of her skin was covered. She was interesting to me. I saw her in the halls, she never spoke. She would be there one second, gone the next. She was ghostly. Pale skin, bleached hair, blue eyes so bright they looked like the sky with no clouds. She was tall and skinny, almost anorexic looking. I bumped into her one day, and she gave me a paper. That was the day I will never forget, that was the day I joined the Suicide Club.