I ask you. Have you ever walked down the hall, and everyone looks at you like you are the one that killed him? That you are the one that flipped his Jeep three times? People think I was the one that did it. But it wasn’t me. It was the guy in the Ford that was drinking. Or so they think but really it was Lucas. But to everyone in school that know him and me and looked at our past together it was me that killed him. So you’re wondering now what I'm talking about. First off this is how I feel right now. Don’t get me wrong, I really didn't kill anyone, but it was still my fault that he died. I walk down the hall and see that everyone is looked at me. Gale pulls his arm around me and walks me to the main door of the hospital. Cody and Kaylee are standing there. It has been three days

