When I was in 8th grade, a boy in my class died of in a car crash. I won't go into detail but he didn't die quickly. Yesterday was the 6 year anniversary of his death. I was very shy back then and never really talked to him except for a few times. I had a huge crush on him though. He was in my science class and one day someone told him. I remember being so embarrassed but he just shrugged and never mentioned it. I was thankful. I think about him a lot.. His death, the funeral, how differently things could have happened.

Someone made a video in his memory and posted it on YouTube. While I was watching it, I noticed there was a picture of him and another girl playing their instruments in band class. It really fucked me up seeing that, because just two years ago, that girl also died in a car crash. Just looking at that picture and thinking about how they both aren't here anymore. Two kids, dead.

I'm from a small town and I feel like the people in my grade had suffered a lot. We have had a teacher and a few students pass away. It's really hard sometimes to think about it all. Our graduation was very special though, because our valedictorians made sure to mention each of those lives we had lost as a class.