Post by DAE THE WRITER on Mar 21, 2016 13:18:46 GMT -6
Did you ever hear about those people who die in an accident and after they die their loved ones get phone calls? Sometimes technology can be giant douche-bags and let the living believe they were still living.
Well, my story is kinda like that. Kinda.
7th grade. My year was awesome! Passed all my class. Used AOL to watch 30 second porn videos. Talked to my friends on MSN. Man, I miss good 'ol 2006.
I'm getting off topic But, my year was going pretty good. However, my best friend "Alex" was on vacation. That's when it happened. This kid in my AA (Homeroom that teaches you not to kill people or whatever) got into a car accident. He was in the hospital for 3 days and died from the head injuries. We soon found out that he was a quiet kid named Trevor. The entire time Alex was with his grandparents in Baltimore.
Eventually, Alex did come back. By the time he got back Trevor was just a memory that people pushed to the back of their minds.
The first Friday of every month a teacher named Mrs.Sharon would come in to check our work in AA.
The time was 7:48 and we were waiting for 7:55 to go to gym. I asked her about the default gender or whatever. Then, Alex rose his hand.
"What is it, Alex?" The old teacher asked. "Trevor told me to tell you he is sorry for missing the science test."
"Honey he's dead."
"No he's not he is sitting right there" then Alex pointed to the empty seat where Trevor used to sit.
Well, my story is kinda like that. Kinda.
7th grade. My year was awesome! Passed all my class. Used AOL to watch 30 second porn videos. Talked to my friends on MSN. Man, I miss good 'ol 2006.
I'm getting off topic But, my year was going pretty good. However, my best friend "Alex" was on vacation. That's when it happened. This kid in my AA (Homeroom that teaches you not to kill people or whatever) got into a car accident. He was in the hospital for 3 days and died from the head injuries. We soon found out that he was a quiet kid named Trevor. The entire time Alex was with his grandparents in Baltimore.
Eventually, Alex did come back. By the time he got back Trevor was just a memory that people pushed to the back of their minds.
The first Friday of every month a teacher named Mrs.Sharon would come in to check our work in AA.
The time was 7:48 and we were waiting for 7:55 to go to gym. I asked her about the default gender or whatever. Then, Alex rose his hand.
"What is it, Alex?" The old teacher asked. "Trevor told me to tell you he is sorry for missing the science test."
"Honey he's dead."
"No he's not he is sitting right there" then Alex pointed to the empty seat where Trevor used to sit.
