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I just don't even know where to begin, according to my instructions, I'm supposed to be assuring everyone that we're safe (especially the younger students), I'm supposed to be willing to lend an ear to anyone who might want to talk, and I've been given a helpful list of things to say.
Let me just say, I tried that, I failed miserably. I am trying to be sensible, and level headed and straight forward. That is supposed to be what I'm good at right? Well even now, I'm finding that I'm miserable at faking it. So another third year came up and asked me what was going on, and I said that I didn't know, but that it was normal to be scared, and that even I was a bit scared, but I still felt safe behind the walls here.
It really doesn't help some of the more colourful things people are whispering to each other, I suppose if that's what they need to do.
The truth is I've spent the last two weeks with my nose in a book, in fact my nose was in a book this afternoon, and when I'm done here, it will probably go right back to a book. I'm utterly speechless, there are no words to make Hannah Abbott tripping over a dead body okay, nothing will make that okay. This is a school, sure, we've long since learned that things here aren't quite the same as other places, but this is ridiculous.
We've lost students, our peers, young people, and now, there is a decapitated body found on the school grounds. There are no words to make all that go away.
Let me just say, I tried that, I failed miserably. I am trying to be sensible, and level headed and straight forward. That is supposed to be what I'm good at right? Well even now, I'm finding that I'm miserable at faking it. So another third year came up and asked me what was going on, and I said that I didn't know, but that it was normal to be scared, and that even I was a bit scared, but I still felt safe behind the walls here.
It really doesn't help some of the more colourful things people are whispering to each other, I suppose if that's what they need to do.
The truth is I've spent the last two weeks with my nose in a book, in fact my nose was in a book this afternoon, and when I'm done here, it will probably go right back to a book. I'm utterly speechless, there are no words to make Hannah Abbott tripping over a dead body okay, nothing will make that okay. This is a school, sure, we've long since learned that things here aren't quite the same as other places, but this is ridiculous.
We've lost students, our peers, young people, and now, there is a decapitated body found on the school grounds. There are no words to make all that go away.