Thats really awful...12 years old, God.
Well I just got back from school. For those in other time zones, I posted this thread a little before midnight on Tuesday. So today was the first day of school after what happened. Let me explain a little first: My school is HUGE on school spirit. From time to time the student council comes up with CRAZY theme days that make no sence, and today was Corduroy day. The point being, of course, to dress in as much Corduroy as possible. On a normal day, people would have been decked out in Cords from head to toe, right? Today, I was the only one that really went. I felt really bad, wearing my bright green Corduroy shirt and my brown Corduriy pants, walking through the halls looking like a dumbass while people were sitting against lockers crying. It was a very surreal feeling throughout the school, nothing seemed...right. Even though I didnt know the guy, there were pictires of him around and I recognized him. My school isnt very big; you'd at least recognize everyone. He always had a smile on his face, he was always surroned by friends, laughing and joking around. I remember one time on the way home on the bus, him and his friends were having a pudding fight. By the time I got off the bus, everyne was covered in chocolate pudding; it was hilarious. I feel so sorry for his familly and friends....:(