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We've had another death in our school. A 7th grade student, a friend of my best friends. Dare I say it, I knew him. We went to the same church.

Robert died in a car crash at about 2am on Sunday morning. By Sunday afternoon, it was all over. This was the second death that we have had in our school since I was there.

Last year, it was my best friend Shawn who had died. This year, it was Robert. I remember him. He was funny. A lot of kids knew him. He was very 'popular', meaning a lot of kids liked him.

Today at the library, my friend and I went there during theatre today, there were a bunch of people there. Some were crying, some just like they were post-weeping stage.

It was pretty bad. My friend sort of freaked out. My other friend was crying. And this boy from my church was crying also.

But now they know how it feels, to loose someone to close to you, someone so precious, you hate for them to even get a paper cut. If there's anybody who feels that way another person, they are indeed precious to you.

I lost my best friend in a plane crash. My other best friend, now someone I hate, backstabbed me. My other friend moved, and I haven't heard or seen from him since. I know that when I see him, I'll probably say "Go to hell," then punch him on the nose.

He didn't even say 'goodbye'. I felt horrible about that, thinking it was my fault. Now, I know better. It's not my fault; it's his.

But Robert dying certainly dredged up some unpleasent memories... some of Shawn, of Brad, of Sam. Happy memories, sad memories, memories that make me want to punch the wall as I type this.

It makes me depressed, because this was never supposed to happen. First Brad, then Sam, Shawn, Taylor, and now Robert. What next? Quint?!?!?

None of this was supposed to happen. None of this at all.