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It happened again.
Pat, a boy in my grade, has died. I'm not sure when, my friend Erin just told me, and she showed me the post on Maegan's facebook that talks about how he died. Maegan was the last person to see him alive. From her story it's clear he overdosed on drugs, and by the time they found him (he'd slept over her house) it was too late to do anything.
I say this happened again because on April 8 this year J.T., another boy in my grade, jumped off a bridge while being pursued by the police. His body wasn't found, however, until about a month later.
I didn't know either of them really well - I mean, I went to elementary school with J.T., but as we got older we had different friends, different classes, but I always knew him to be really friendly and he could always make me laugh. I had one or two classes with Pat - mostly health and gym - and I knew him pretty much as a pothead and a jackass. Even so, I can't seem to stop crying.
It's just so fucking unfair. One more picture I won't see in the yearbook this year.