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I wrote this all at school on 3/1/06, and I just now am getting the chance to post it.

Well our school blocked blogger so I suppose I will type it on word and post it later.

This morning I woke up, and I was thinking it was going to be a pretty good day. Oh was I wrong… I woke up to a text message from Karlie, and it said a freshman named Chris Graham was killed last night in a quad accident, and she was passing it on to everyone to wear white. I didn’t really know what to think about it. So I got to school because I have an early sectional, and everything just went downhill from there. I was talking to Hannah, and I remembered him from Farside. I asked her if he was that chubbier kid, and she said yes. Right as I said that McBride comes walking in and basically scolds me for making fun of him. In what way was I making fun of him? I didn’t know the kid, that’s how I remembered him. So I got pissed of at him, and didn’t say anything to him for the entire sectional.

I went down to the dome, and noticed all my friends were silent. I just sat down, and stayed quite. I understood why no one said a word. It was just as Beckie had said… Silence is holy.

All day so far, the halls are quite. In the classes no one is saying a word. It’s eerily quite. I see people hugging in the hallway, and I see his friends crying as I walk past. Everyone is affected, not just the people that knew him. He was part of Williamston High School. It doesn’t matter where he fit in; he was part of what makes us Williamston.

At the moment I’m not talking to really any of my friends. I don’t really know why, but they were talking about feeling left out and something or other. I wanted to say, “Yeah, try feeling like that everyday of your life.” But I most definitely restrained myself from saying anything at all. Literally. I don’t want to deal with them. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.

They are all going to see Kerry in the hospital on Friday. I don’t know if I want to go because if I don’t she might not think I care. I know I should, because she’s a good friend, and I miss her. Maybe I will. I’m still not sure.

Today is also Jessica’s 21st birthday! I really wish I was more excited about it, but to tell you the truth there is just too much that is going on. Way too much to make it a good day.

Silence.

I would fall asleep

only in hopes of dreaming

that everything would be like is was before

but nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting

they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor