Teacher: Today class, we have a new student. Tell us your name sweetie
Student: My names Thomas but call me Tommy.
Me: *internaly screaming*
Teacher: okay class, this is Tommy. Tommy can you tell us one thing about urself...
Tommy: uh... My boyfriends names newt..
Me: *rasies hand* Uh.. Did you say boyfriend?
Tommy: Uh.. *nervous* yeah...
Me: uh.. And did you say his name was N- newt...?
Tommy: *sad* Yeah... But he uh.. p-passed away on.. September 7th so.. *bites lip*
Me: *eyes water up*
Teacher: Well, we are all very sorry for your loss. Tommy, why don't you tell us 3 things about yourself?
Tommy: uh.. No thank you
Teacher: Come on! Don't be shy!
Tommy: I'm good, thanks
Teacher: Come on! Please Tommy, please..
Tommy: *gasps* *slowly backs away*
Me: *tears trickle down eyes while I slowly get up*
Teacher: oh I am sorry, what's wrong dear
Tommy: t-tho-ose w-w-were H-his V-v-very la -s-st w-w-or-words.... He was sick... He.. Gave me a g-gun and told me to kill him... He didn't want to become Crazy like all the other sick people..I-I killed him... *breaks into sobs*
Me: *Runs up to him* shhh shh.. It's okay. I know what happend. Just come to me to talk okay? You can sit next to me.. Heck, you can even live with me if its that bad..
Tommy: *chokes on sob* t-thank you. *wispers*
Me: Who do you live with
Tommy: all my parents, my friends.. There all dead cuz of me..
Me: *starts to sob* it's okay.. So are mine.. But heck it's not okay. You can stay with me. I live alone
Me: *to teacher* can he come home with me..
Teacher: yes I suppose
Me: *picks up Tommy and helps him walk to my house*
Me: *wispers dramatically* Keep him safe newt.. Please Newt, Please..
