Her name was Deirdre. She was a nice girl, a smart girl, top of her class in fact. Deirdre had always been those things, but that didn't matter to them. Oh yes those stupid little monsters, middle schoolers. She had always been different, she was nice in secret and nice to her friends, but she still stopped being nice to other people, they weren't nice to her. In first grade was when it started. Deirdre was 6 and she was doing what many children her age do, picking her nose. She wasn't taught any different, that was her downfall. They avoided her, hated her, called her disgusting. She always had me though that stupid naive child had me, Marianne Williams to help her, but I couldn't and still can't stand her I've been her friend since kindergarten. My patience has worn thin with her though and we're no longer friends. I'm currently breaking into her house to teach her a lesson that's right you'll be isolated at home and school pathetic Deirdre. I've posted naked anime girl pictures all over her walls her parents will never trust her. But now I'm coming to school and wait what Jessica.... She..no it wasn't supposed to be this way....s-she did WHAT! She Deirdre my best friend since kindergarten has bludgeoned herself to death on the school lunch table. Apparently she didn't stop....why did no one stop her... that's inhumane they were so.. disgusted that they wouldn't stop her... I'm so disappointed in you all I...I can't do this anymore... I Marianne am done with this world I say as I stab myself I don't care I just might be freed from the pyrimid of popularity and society. why did it have to be so early in life for us we're only in 7th grade and we've done this Deirdre. But now we can forever be at peace, together.
Marlai fell to the ground, her entire body racked with pain. Her brother was gone. She wanted revenge against the person who had murdered him for the paper in his pocket. She went to a food court, and tried to eat. People around her were chattering about their days, complaining about the littlest things. No one noticed the teenaged girl sitting by herself, wanting nothing more but to crawl into the earth where her brother's coffin lay. Not that anyone usually noticed her. Her brother, with a stately walk and a honest smile, was always the center of attention. And look where it had gotten him. She walked out of the building heavily, and in a haze of misery, saw a long, sharp rod. She took it and held it before her, the sharp point facing her chest.
I don't want to die, a small part of her wept.
Sirens blared as people rushed over to the scene. The suicide of a teenaged girl. Those who had remembered her from the food court choked back tears.
I could have stopped it, they told themselves. If only I'd talked to her.
There she had laid, the life seeping out of her, until finally she had been noticed. Her spirit roamed free, no longer chained to the pain and sorrow of her life.
Griffin got murdered for being born in the north and died slowly due to being bashed in the concrete and screech has to live with the pain of knowing if he was faster he could have saved him also being reminded of Griffin every time he looks in the mirror also the other northerners turning on him for saving his soulmate and his best friend