I never knew him, and I can't say that I ever remember seeing him around school, but that makes it all the worse. I know what it's like to be invisible in a crowd. I feel more sad in ot knowing his name ( I've learned it since, Jody Drew ) that I would if he was a common name around the halls. I know what it feels like to not really be anyone there, and not that it bothers me, but I suppose it just got to him in a different way. It disgusted me to see all these signatures of people who never cared about him putting on like he was their fondest pal. I didn't stay at school long after I found out, I read a few pages in the book of condolensces, but then I just felt the overwhelming urge to leave. Death brings out a certain ugliness in people that makes them feel like good people if they sympathize with those lost. But they only ever do it to feel like good people, rarely because they are good people
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