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Someone wrote 'soon' across the doors of school, and there was a lot of blood. It was wildly unpleasant, and very little schoolwork got done at all. Second period drama was many different kinds of insane, because our classroom looks out over the front door and by that time the giant hoses filled with their special chemicals had appeared to try and wash away all the blood.
I wasn't there, the day of the shooting. I haven't been there since, only started again when term started. Being back, aside from today, has been awesome. Drama is my absolute favourite class of all time. We're writing monologues and performing them at the moment, I have to do mine on Friday morning, it was going to be Wednesday but it got pushed back because hardly anything got done today. Most of my other classes had a lot of empty seats but not drama, I guess drama attracts drama.
People are weird about all the scars, but not in the way I expected them to be. Some people stare then look away but a lot of them are in a way interested, and a lot of guys that never talked to me before bump fists with me now between classes. Like I cheated death and now I'm cool, only that's not it because all of them are still alive too. I don't know how people's brains work, I can barely figure out my own half the time. I guess I've been glamourised or something. Like everyone round here has dodged a bullet, but I'm the only one that survived a fire, you know?
People are odd.
But it's better than being treated like an invalid, so that's cool. Though there are some physical things in drama I can't do cos I fall over and end up in the infirmary for a bit don't panic Eden it was nothing but I like to think I make up for that by my sheer powers of dramatic awesomeness.
We could all of us do without the blood, though.
I wasn't there, the day of the shooting. I haven't been there since, only started again when term started. Being back, aside from today, has been awesome. Drama is my absolute favourite class of all time. We're writing monologues and performing them at the moment, I have to do mine on Friday morning, it was going to be Wednesday but it got pushed back because hardly anything got done today. Most of my other classes had a lot of empty seats but not drama, I guess drama attracts drama.
People are weird about all the scars, but not in the way I expected them to be. Some people stare then look away but a lot of them are in a way interested, and a lot of guys that never talked to me before bump fists with me now between classes. Like I cheated death and now I'm cool, only that's not it because all of them are still alive too. I don't know how people's brains work, I can barely figure out my own half the time. I guess I've been glamourised or something. Like everyone round here has dodged a bullet, but I'm the only one that survived a fire, you know?
People are odd.
But it's better than being treated like an invalid, so that's cool. Though there are some physical things in drama I can't do cos I fall over and end up in the infirmary for a bit don't panic Eden it was nothing but I like to think I make up for that by my sheer powers of dramatic awesomeness.
We could all of us do without the blood, though.