Ughhhh. I can’t believe I cried in front of complete strangers. My sister Megan always said to keep the tears inside where they don’t bother the ‘nice folks upstairs’, but I’ve always been a crybaby. And now that she’s gone I don’t think I can be strong. Strong like she was. No, strong like she is. Megan can’t be dead.

Some sign of my inner-meltdown must of showed on my face because the science teacher Mr.Skinner tapped on my desk and asked me a question that I had heard far too many times today.

"Are you okay, Mr.Crowly?" The concern in his voice almost throws me off guard. Why does he care so much? He hasn't lost his only family. Someone he saw only two hours ago. Someone whose name was chanted over and over again in the cafeteria until it rubbed our throats dry."Mr. Crowly would you like to visit the nurse?" That's it I can't take it anymore I need air or I'll disappear too.