Losing a schoolmate is hard. In the seventh grade, a popular boy in my grade died in an fourwheeler accident around Thanksgiving. He was only 12-13; way too soon to go. Even though I barely knew him (nor liked his personality much) I cried for him and his family and friends. It must be harder for them than it is for me.
It'll be three years ago this year. People are slowly moving on, but none of us will ever forget.
Wow. I'm so sorry this happened and I hate to bring this up but the whole time I was reading this I was wondering how he died? Oh feel free not to answer.
It'll be three years ago this year. People are slowly moving on, but none of us will ever forget.