Death
After that tragic incident, we were called into the campus. “Okay, guys! Showtime’s over. Everyone get into your class now!” Mr. Adams announced. We hurriedly walked back to class and sat down on our chairs and waited for our teacher. I looked at my schedule and realized that it’s actually Mr. Adam’s time. “I feel bad,” Jeremy uttered out of nowhere. Zachary and I looked at him, concerned, but we both know what he’s talking about. “Why?” I said. “It just feels like that we need to be with her in a crucial moment like this,” Jeremy replied. “Well, you know what they said. We can’t. We have to go to class and study like the good student that we are.” Zachary said sarcastically with a tone of annoyance. “Why do we always get pushed aside?” Jeremy was curious, “Just because we’re young
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