Mad world
Everyone hates getting midterms. Having to show your parents your grades halfway through the terms. Your teachers are always telling you its not important; it’s just to tell you how you are doing so far in the grading period. However, parents treat it like it was your actual report card. For me, though, getting midterms mean so much more to me. It is a reminder of what, I think, was the worse night I had to go through.
No one wants to go home right away after getting midterms. So a few friends and I decided to go to the mall to postpone any ‘disappointment’ speeches are parents were undoubtedly going to give us. Jessie, Anthony, Derek, and myself were about to leave for the mall when we saw Elle strutting down the hallway with her midterm in hand. We all knew Elle’s scores weren’t going to be good. She didn’t really care about doing homework, found it pointless, so all her grades were E’s. We told her about going to the mall, and asked if she wanted to go, because we all knew her parents were not going to be happy with her scores. “I’m just going to hang out at the park” That was the last thing she said to us before she started walking down to the main doorway of the school. The four of us just stood there watching for a moment, an ominous feeling came over us, but for some reason we didn’t do anything. Normally, we wouldn’t let Elle go off by herself, but for some reason, this time, it was different. We just stood there and watched her leave before we started off for the mall.
Around 4:30, Jessie, Derek, and I just started eating our pre dinner meal at the food court at the Wheaton plaza. Anthony had gone home early to take care of his dog, Kaya. My phone went off, and the caller ID showed up as “Elle”. When I picked up the phone, Elle wasn’t on the other end of the line. It was Sherri, Elle’s mom. Elle had not gone home, and it was passed time for the activity bus to take her home. She should have been home by now. I told her I hadn’t seen her since after school, but I’d call up Anthony to see if she had randomly showed up at his house. I called Anthony; he had just returned home himself. He had found Elle’s things right outside his door, but no Elle. He then turned on the news “there was a train accident. Someone was hit by a train.” I hung up the phone, looked at Jessie and Derek, told them about the train accident, and without a second thought, ran out of the mall, discarding our food. The three of us ran towards Anthony’s house as fast as we could. We met Sherri at the school, which was on the path to Anthony’s house, and she gave us a ride the rest of the way. When we made it to Anthony’s, he showed us Elle’s midterm. “This is not about grades”. That is what she wrote on there, and we all knew right away what she had done.
We sat around the house for hours as Sherri and Greg dealt with the police, trying to find out if their daughter really had done the unthinkable. Everyone called everyone who should know. Mikee, Amm, Jessika, Marqui, Kat, Jeffrey, everyone we could think of in our panic. Then, it was time for us to go home. We had school the next day. We didn’t want to go. We didn’t want to sleep. No one wanted to eat. All we wanted to do was sit in Anthony’s house, our hang out spot, watch the news and refresh every news Internet site we could for some news. All night, at Amm’s house, where I was living, we sat around. Me watching the news, Amm going from one news site to the other. Neither of us got any sleep. My cell phone went off, I thought I was my alarm telling us its time to get up for school. It wasn’t. Jessie called informing us that at 2:30 in the morning, Sherri went to the police department to identify Elle. It was her. It was Elle on that train track.
That day at school was so unread. Amm and I walked into the school and broke down right away seeing our group hanging out with everyone, and no blue heap on the ground. Everyone was crying, or confused about why we were crying. The guidance office pulled us all aside. Every one of us shaking. Every one of us in tears. Our friend was gone. They tried to console us, but they couldn’t. Then it was announced. Mr. Fernandez gathered the whole school in our auditorium to announce the second suicide at our school in the past month. The people who couldn’t take going to class either left school or spent the day in guidance. Jeffrey and I attempted to go to our Japanese class, but our teacher knew Elle was close to us. Elle was a student of hers as well. She started to talk about her, and Jeffrey and I couldn’t take it anymore. We saw Elle’s test score from the day before. Her best test grade in that class, and she wasn’t there to see it.
The funeral came, and it was completely unreal. I was in this beautiful outfit to say goodbye to my friend. My friend Kayla had flown back from Seattle to say goodbye to Elle. The news crew came to interview Elle’s friends, considering they were doing a news story about the recent deaths at our school. I got on the news with Jessie and Anthony, because of my friends death. It was unreal, and to this day my mind will not accept the fact that she is gone, but I know its true.
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