I, Who caused the suicide.
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Last published Mon, Nov 14, 2011
"As if anyone would want a pathetic being like you! You disgust me! Just do us all a favour and disappear!" My words were like blades piercing through the air. The girl in front of me whimpered, and ran away, the sound of her dirty trainers echoing throughout the empty school halls. Kwenda Jodes.The freak. The fatty. The oddity. The outcast.
Ryley Harred has it all. The looks. The popularity. The friends. He can withstand anything-anything except Kwenda Jodes. She is the freak. The outcast. The loner. On August the 5th he meets her after school, and that night, she commits suicide. As Ryley sits at home the next day, he hears her voice talking to him. Kwenda needs his help, and he's got no choice but to help her. But in doing so, will he be helped too? In doing so, he will learn that when loving someone includes loving others, and that the seemingly perfect world, can be perfect in reality if you brighten up the future, and begin to love-not for the sake of loving, but for the hope that it will give you.
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