School, the word that strikes fear into all teen’s hearts, especially mine. I hated it more today that ever before. Everyone, when dealing with me, acted like I could break if they said or did the wrong thing. Everyone that was, excepting for the school bad boy, Deven. He treated me like a normal person, like nothing had happened. I loved and hated him for it. He seemed to not care that Parker was dead. Then my friend told me that he was glad that Parker was dead. I asked why and she said that it was because he liked me. I was stunned. Deven Wiley, like little depressed Mariah Baker? I couldn’t believe it. I had to find out for sure, but not today. It was too soon. I hadn’t cried or anything. I decided I’d wait till I was ready to ask. IN my head I knew it was because I knew it was true. Kieran never lies.
After seventh hour I went to my locker like I do everyday and put my books up. Except for there was one problem. A dozen roses and a card were in the way. I took the yellow roses out and gently placed them in my backpack. I took out the card and read it. Definitely not a poetic guy’s work, it read ‘He might be dead as a tree in winter, but I want to share in all your splendor. Love, Mr. Mystery.’ I was once again stunned. Wow I wonder if this was from Deven. When I got home, no one was there. This was a bad and good thing. I wanted to be alone. It was ok, though, I still felt like I was going to be alone forever without Parker. Now what was I to do without him? He was my life and now my life’s gone. So I’m dead theoretically, right? I think so. I certainly feel dead. You know with the exception of the whole breathing thing.
Again, I ask the question for why I couldn’t have been the one to die. He probably would like to be alive more than me. Even though the pain inside is unbearable, I must bear it alone. I wish I didn’t. I wish that I could wake up tomorrow and none for this would’ve happened. But God knows that won’t happen, it never will. I will never see my Parker again. I don’t know how I did it, but while thinking I carried myself to my bed to lie down. I got out my homework and started to try to do it. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t think of anything else but Parker. I tried to shift my mind to anything else. The only other thing my mind would go to is the flowers and card, but I knew it wasn’t right to think about that.