He's dead.
Gone.
Found killed,
All four of them.
In their house
This morning.

I won't see him in Geometry tomorrow.
He won't pull out Lauren's chair for her.
That was the kind of guy he was.

He won't volenteer for every answer,
Not ever getting discouraged
When he wasn't picked.

He won't chace the football jocks
Down the C-Pod staircase
On the way to lunch.

He'll  never eat a ham sandwich again.

I feel like throwing up.