Past Few Days
The past few days have been crazy.
Friday I left with Forensics for a drama competition. I'll talk about all that some other time.
I woke up yesterday morning with my parents telling me what happened.
Cody Jackson was killed yesterday morning. It was a hunting accident. His best friend Colby King accidentally shot him in the shoulder. The bullet shot part of his heart and he bled to death.
Apparantly Colby had been cleaning/messing with his gun and pulled the trigger, shooting off part of his hand. What happened next was that either the bullet that shot his hand went through his hand hitting Cody in the shoulder, or as a reaction to shooting his hand he accidently shot the gun again, which hit Cody in the shoulder. Either way, Cody died. My dad was the anathesialogist that helped trying to bring Cody back. It didn't work though.
He was 17 years old. He was in my grade. I wasn't really friends with him, but I knew who he was. I'd been to a few parties in the past that he'd been at. He seemed like a cool kid to me. When I was younger, we'd been friends. I mean really younger though. Like 2 or 3. My brother and his brother were in soccer togethor and my mom told me that one time when we were watching them play, he leaned over and kissed me. So technically we were each others first kisses.
At lunch they put up a banner that said "We love you Cody." His picture was on it and people could sign it. By the end of the day it was covered. I didn't sign it. I don't if I am or not. It doesn't seem right to me for some reason.
Anyway. Everyone was very sad today. Expected of course.
I don't really know what else to say.
Friday I left with Forensics for a drama competition. I'll talk about all that some other time.
I woke up yesterday morning with my parents telling me what happened.
Cody Jackson was killed yesterday morning. It was a hunting accident. His best friend Colby King accidentally shot him in the shoulder. The bullet shot part of his heart and he bled to death.
Apparantly Colby had been cleaning/messing with his gun and pulled the trigger, shooting off part of his hand. What happened next was that either the bullet that shot his hand went through his hand hitting Cody in the shoulder, or as a reaction to shooting his hand he accidently shot the gun again, which hit Cody in the shoulder. Either way, Cody died. My dad was the anathesialogist that helped trying to bring Cody back. It didn't work though.
He was 17 years old. He was in my grade. I wasn't really friends with him, but I knew who he was. I'd been to a few parties in the past that he'd been at. He seemed like a cool kid to me. When I was younger, we'd been friends. I mean really younger though. Like 2 or 3. My brother and his brother were in soccer togethor and my mom told me that one time when we were watching them play, he leaned over and kissed me. So technically we were each others first kisses.
At lunch they put up a banner that said "We love you Cody." His picture was on it and people could sign it. By the end of the day it was covered. I didn't sign it. I don't if I am or not. It doesn't seem right to me for some reason.
Anyway. Everyone was very sad today. Expected of course.
I don't really know what else to say.