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"Go get some ice from the lunchroom and sit on one of the bleachers till we're back in I can tell you're off Got those heavy-looking eyes the way ives me a kind smile that I don’t deserve

As I' feels like it's blinking Or like it’s not quite real I don’t like this I think o home, but I remember I don't have a car

I feel better on the bleachers with the bag of ice Touching the cold cubes through the Ziplock sorta grounds me

You can’t go hoonna lose it at school

By the tiet to physics, I'm not sure I can believe myself When I notice Miller in the room at roll call, I feel al, at least he knoho to call

When our teacher steps out of the classroom to make some copies, I rest my head on my desk

Should have offed yourself last night

You could still split today

You could go back to the train bridge Miller won’t save you this time

When the teacher is back, I walk to his desk and tell him that I need the restroom Then I find the nearest exit: a steel door that opens to a large field stretched between the school building and the football stadiuht

I spot a rock that I can wedge between the door and door jaainst the building I cross s and lean my head on the brick wall

I'm so stupid

I pull ainstto feel normal

I don’t

I’m not

I feel heavy Even oing like this

Josh