Zook
Perpetual Lazy Bum
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Last Monday, one of my aquaintences died of a heart attack. He was 16, and was going to be a senior in high school next year. Jeez.
No one seems to care.
This kid, let's just call him 'W,' was a bit... sketchy. He was the kind of kid that you'd joke around with your friends about how you were always nice to him because you wanted to be on his good side when he snapped and went on a gun rampage. Actually, he did bring a gun to school, a few years ago. He also brought several dozen knifes to school, which got him suspended for a month or two.
He was a druggy, not the artistic kind or the musician kind or the wannabe-hippy kind, but the weird kind. The kind that came to school stoned, and smoked pot in the bathrooms (keep in mind I live in New Hampshire, and that sort of **** never happens here) and puts alchohol in Barq's bottles. The kind of druggy which truely did not give a ****.
I met W my sophomore year. I had failed my previous math class (do your homework, kids), and had to retake the same class, but at a lower level (I was terrified to ask to take the accelerated course; I have an anxiety disorder). He sat near me, always with that glazed look in his eyes. We had gym together, but he never really participated. He just stood there in the same clothes he wore literally every day. Looking back, I wonder if he had any other clothes.
We chatted here and there, went to the Anime/Gamer's club, but never became that close. I suppose it was because I was a bit afraid of him. I didn't went to get into the **** he was doing.
Last year, another would-be senior died, at the same time of the summer. Our community was devistated; in such a small town, a death is a truely bizarre occurance. Everyone talked about the kid for quite some time, a memorial stands where he died (a motorcycle accident), the works.
With W, however, I haven't seen any grieving at all. I just found out today when my girlfriend texted me saying that she read it in the Union Leader. I went onto Facebook, seeing if people were doing the same thing that happened last year with the support and whatnot.
No one had said anything. No one cares. People were afraid of W, isolated themselves from him, made jokes about him pulling a gun on everyone behind his back. I bet they're happy to know that this fear went down with a cardiac arrest.
I hate people.
Last Monday, one of my aquaintences died of a heart attack. He was 16, and was going to be a senior in high school next year. Jeez.
No one seems to care.
This kid, let's just call him 'W,' was a bit... sketchy. He was the kind of kid that you'd joke around with your friends about how you were always nice to him because you wanted to be on his good side when he snapped and went on a gun rampage. Actually, he did bring a gun to school, a few years ago. He also brought several dozen knifes to school, which got him suspended for a month or two.
He was a druggy, not the artistic kind or the musician kind or the wannabe-hippy kind, but the weird kind. The kind that came to school stoned, and smoked pot in the bathrooms (keep in mind I live in New Hampshire, and that sort of **** never happens here) and puts alchohol in Barq's bottles. The kind of druggy which truely did not give a ****.
I met W my sophomore year. I had failed my previous math class (do your homework, kids), and had to retake the same class, but at a lower level (I was terrified to ask to take the accelerated course; I have an anxiety disorder). He sat near me, always with that glazed look in his eyes. We had gym together, but he never really participated. He just stood there in the same clothes he wore literally every day. Looking back, I wonder if he had any other clothes.
We chatted here and there, went to the Anime/Gamer's club, but never became that close. I suppose it was because I was a bit afraid of him. I didn't went to get into the **** he was doing.
Last year, another would-be senior died, at the same time of the summer. Our community was devistated; in such a small town, a death is a truely bizarre occurance. Everyone talked about the kid for quite some time, a memorial stands where he died (a motorcycle accident), the works.
With W, however, I haven't seen any grieving at all. I just found out today when my girlfriend texted me saying that she read it in the Union Leader. I went onto Facebook, seeing if people were doing the same thing that happened last year with the support and whatnot.
No one had said anything. No one cares. People were afraid of W, isolated themselves from him, made jokes about him pulling a gun on everyone behind his back. I bet they're happy to know that this fear went down with a cardiac arrest.
I hate people.
