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It was supposed to be fun. New school, new supplies, Thin, neon highlighters glowing inside Vera Bradley backpacks. Skinny folders assigned to Pointless subjects, Which would be fattened With pointless homework By the end of the day. It was supposed to be fun, And for a little while, I forgot. I forgot until History. The new teacher hadn't lived here Longer than a week, Which was why he was Excited About teaching. He had on a brand new tie From Banana Republic Which was obviously tied By his wide eyed fiance. His classroom was bare, as he explained, "Don't worry, I ordered posters yesterday." The teacher wasn't the problem. The problem was, Between Richardson And Roberts, He still existed. At least in the school system he did. "Ashley Paulette?" "-Here." "Abby Richardson?" "-Here." "Bennett Rill?" And my life shattered all over again. The silence felt Deafening. Remembering how he wouldn't be there. Not ever. "Bennett Rill?" The teacher was confused, looking around the room For someone Who was buried six feet under. Someone who the teacher might've thought Was sick, or vacationing. It was supposed to be fun. But then I remembered
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
First Day
It was supposed to be fun. New school, new supplies, Thin, neon highlighters glowing inside Vera Bradley backpacks. Skinny folders assigned to Pointless subjects, Which would be fattened With pointless homework By the end of the day. It was supposed to be fun, And for a little while, I forgot. I forgot until History. The new teacher hadn't lived here Longer than a week, Which was why he was Excited About teaching. He had on a brand new tie From Banana Republic Which was obviously tied By his wide eyed fiance. His classroom was bare, as he explained, "Don't worry, I ordered posters yesterday." The teacher wasn't the problem. The problem was, Between Richardson And Roberts, He still existed. At least in the school system he did. "Ashley Paulette?" "-Here." "Abby Richardson?" "-Here." "Bennett Rill?" And my life shattered all over again. The silence felt Deafening. Remembering how he wouldn't be there. Not ever. "Bennett Rill?" The teacher was confused, looking around the room For someone Who was buried six feet under. Someone who the teacher might've thought Was sick, or vacationing. It was supposed to be fun. But then I remembered
One of my really good friends, Bennett, died on the last day of school last year. There are more poems about him on my page.
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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