So, Friday was easily one of the worst days of my life. Thursday night was awesome, and I know I promised to continue with all that happened, but I have forgotten the good in the heat of all of this bad… ************************************ I said that I was on my way down to the assistant principal’s office cause I was skipping class… but it turns out I also got busted for forging a staff member’s signature on the note for being out of class… but I told Mrs. King that my friends was the one who signed it for me, but I wasn’t about to give up my friend’s name (mainly because I knew that Kyla would say that she didn’t do it, because she hadn’t… so she made a deal… if I didn’t give her the name, I got one Saturday School… but if I did give her the name by the end of the day, I only got two hours of detention…. So at lunch I found Kyla and asked her if she’d say that she did sign it, and at first she said that she wouldn’t, but after I broke down in tears and bagged, she agreed… So at the end of fifth period I went back down to Mrs. King’s office and told her it was Kyla. ************************************ and while I was down in the office for the second time, an announcement came over the intercom for all teachers to check their e-mails… when I got to sixth period, a girl asked me “did you know T.J.? he was a junior” I asked, “I think so, why?” “he died today, stole a car, got chased by the cops and crashed.” I thought she meant T.J. Allen… and I kind of knew him, didn’t really like him, but was still sad that I young guy died… but I didn’t think he was the type to steal a car… Then my teacher called my into her office… she talked to me about the skipping class, and I got off the hook when I started crying and told her that I already got detention from Mrs. King. Then she asked me “did you know A.J.?” And since she was a teacher and got the e-mail directly, I figured she was the one who had the name right, and immediately I knew who it was… I started crying even more… I was really good friends with A.J. in eighth and ninth grade… he had a bad reputation, but he was one of the nicest guys you could ever meet… He had a court date the day before and didn’t show, so when the cops came for him, I guess he stole a car…. when he was less than a mile from my house, he lost control of the car and crashed… died instantly… I hadn’t talked to him in almost two years… I wish I would have said “hi” to him at least once… or picked up the phone and called him again… I’ll miss him…