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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 23, 2007 4:58:49 GMT -5
Max slunk down slowly into the yellow chair, no longer taking notice of the fact that it felt terrible to sit upon. The high-pitched, horrified screams of his sister echoed in his head after se had learned what he had done. After she had learned he had attempted suicide. He stared at her for a moment out of the corner of his eyes before turning away quickly. He couldn’t bear to make eye contact with her. He felt a pang of shame run through him. Was this a prison or a school? His anger subsided quickly and he felt only sickness wash over him. His head felt hot and began to ache terribly, while his body felt the opposite. His heart felt empty, cold and hallow, frozen into decay. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, slouching farther into the chair as the head master spoke of him. Now, Max this is Marie. Marie, Max has trouble with smoking.
I would like you to keep an eye on him. Make sure that he doesn’t smoke. And don’t worry about your classes I will talk to your teachers. I would also like you to escort him to class and stay with him during the whole day. The way Mr. Highmore spoke made Max sound more like a criminal than a disobedient and rebellious student. As if he was a completely terrible person, who was going to led everyone around him into a galloping ruin. Max felt his heart sink. That wasn’t true at all. Max wasn’t all that of a terrible person. So he smoked, so he was a little bit of a rebel. That didn’t necessarily make him satanic. You can be insubordinate, smoke like heck, and still be a nice person, could you? Max thought so.
His head began to ache suddenly as he began to feel dizzy. His muscles tensed. He wanted to sleep. Sleep for days and try to forget all of this nonsense with the head master and some creepy girl who was supposed to stalk him and follow him as if he was some kind of immoral. He wanted a cigarette, to smoke and just sit around and make this entire mess go away. He longed for his music. He wanted to drown in the lyrics, the melodies and harmonies, and just pretend he no longer existed. If only he could just float away, to disappear, even for a few days, even for a few seconds. If only people could just leave him alone, could let him live his own life. If only…
His face felt warm and slightly embarrassed by the entire ordeal. His jaw tightened. The thought of how much pleasure that stupid old man was getting out of this made his stomach churn. Well, at least one of them was still kept quite amused. He didn’t bother to say anything nor look up at either of them; he didn’t have the courage to do so. Whatever brave attitude he had taken on when he first walked in here faded. Max would never admit it, but somewhere deep inside himself, he was afraid. He didn’t want to go to jail, but he didn’t want to have to give up smoking. He didn’t want people thinking he was this horrible person just because he smoked, either. Though he didn’t act it or appear it, he did care, even if it was just a little bit.
He never looked up at either of them nor did he say anything. For once, Max stayed silent. He felt he had nothing more to say. He suddenly felt too weak to protest or say anything in his own defense. He was too trapped in his own thoughts to worry about speaking up any further. His face remained pale, ashen and sickly-looking, as if he were slowly dying inside. His head felt heavy and ill. His black hair fell over his dull and depressed eyes that had fallen onto the ground. Nothing but misery and woe was visible over his white face.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 23, 2007 15:07:47 GMT -5
Head Master Highmore and Marie talked for a little bit, not taking notice of Max. Then they both turned to him. "Do you understand Max?" He asked crossing his arms as he stood behind his desk. He was looking at Max with a very serious face, and it was no joke to him. "Max?" He said a little bit louder trying to get the boy's attention.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 23, 2007 19:44:32 GMT -5
Max sat there, staring off at God knows what, paying not the slighest bit of attention to what Mr. Highmore and Marie were talking about. He didn't need to listen to know they were talking about him. It was obvious.. what else would they be discussing? He sighed, tuning them out completely. Maybe he could get some of that nicotine gum and chew on it during school, just to hold over his need for a smoke until he got back to his dorm and he could be alone. That might work, if those gum things actually do what their supposed to do.
His mind wandered. Sometimes it went back toward the past, other times forward into the future. He tried to keep looking ahead. The past was over, though as much as he wanted to let go, it wasn't as easy at it looked. He wanted to forget, but he couldn't just forget his mother's memory, the pain he felt. It wasn't that simple.
Do you understand Max? He blinked, coming back toward reality. Oh, right. He looked up, glancing at Mr. Highmore, then at Marie before turning his eyes on the ground once more. Understand what, exactly? Max hadn't listened to anything they said, really. Max? He shrugged. Whatever. He debated about throwing some kind of smart remark in somewhere, but he held his tongue. He nodded slowly, pausing before he gave his answer. "... Yeah. I guess so." He mumbled dejectedly.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 25, 2007 14:44:18 GMT -5
Marie watched Max. You didn't hear a word he said. That's what she wanted to say, but she kept quiet. Highmore seemed to know what Marie was thinking cause he turned on Max. "You weren't paying attention at all! Were you?" Highmore asked, annoyed, tired, and sick of Max's attitude. He folded his arms across his chest as he watched Max, his lips pressed together tightly.
(ooc: sorry i forgot the word for it)
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 25, 2007 18:50:29 GMT -5
Max slunk further into his chair as he felt their eyes upon them. Their glares made him feel insignificant, uncomfortable. You weren't paying attention at all! Were you? He glanced from Mr. Highmore to Marie from under his eyelashes. He felt like he was in second grade again, being scolded for not listening or not doing what was asked of him. Like a child. His heart sank in his chest as his muscles tightened. He wasn't sure what to say. His eyes fell on the ground. He couldn't look at them further. Their eyes bore into him, into his core; he felt vulnerable, as if suddenly all his secrets had been let loose onto them.
What he once found amusing he now dreaded and hated. He no longer wanted to be here. He wanted out. He wanted to go home. But what was home? Did he have a home? Surely, a dorm room was not enough to be called such. What was home? The question repeated over and over in Max's head, and as much as he prayed an answer would come, nothing did. The empty feeling in his stomach worsened. He opened his mouth, his lips quivering with hesitation.
"... I guess not." He finally mumbled monotonously, his voice low and deep and doleful. He would've rather not talk at all. In fact, he would've rather suddenly disappeared into a puff of smoke or some other clever way to leave unnoticed, but we all knew that that wasn't possible. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave; though he didn't regret smoking, he simply regretted getting caught.
His thoughts and remorse grew darker and more sinister and hate-filled as he sat there, his dull eyes focused intently on the ground in front of him. His jolly disposition faded as his spirit dampened greatly. He felt alone. He was alone.
His sallow and colorless face looked lugubrious and down-casted. His body felt cold. His mind felt numb. He felt useless. The defenseless feeling ate at him, rotting him from the inside out to the point where he couldn't take it any more. Something in the back of his head told him he couldn't just sit here. He couldn't just lay down and die like this. This kind of self-pity would not get him anywhere in this war. He needed to fight for himself, for what he believed, since no one else in the room was going to do it for him. His anarchistic and nonconformist nature seeped back into him somehow, giving him courage, giving him more strength to stand up and argue further.
Max once more looked up at Mr. Highmore from under his eyelashes, but he no longer looked wistful or or glum, instead, he looked highly annoyed. Anger welled inside him as he suddenly snapped upward onto his feet in such a quick, flowing motion it would've made your head spin. He pointed a finger wickedly toward the head master, giving him a glare that was so swiftly full of rage and hatred.
"What the #@&% would possess me to listen to anything more that you #@$%@ have to say, anyway? You've given me my #@$%@ sentence, my #@$%@ punishment, as completely absurd and unprofitable as it is. What more could you possibly have to say that is of any further #@$%@ value to me?"
Max spoke clearly and strongly, spite and enmity sparking his words, unlike before. His thoughts changed so abruptly that he didn't even bother to contain himself, to hold himself from cursing and using profane language. He put a lot emphasis on those particular obscene words, accenting them greatly for more of a dramatic effect. His teeth gritted inside his mouth savagely. He was out for blood now, no more messing around. No more mister nice guy. He clenched his fingers together in his other hand, making a tight fist. Oh, how he wanted to hit something. Then again.. someone would be much better.
His heart pounded in his chest, the blood pumping through his veins pure anathema and malice, and it was evident in the heartless and destructive expression over his face and in his eyes. He breathed deeply and heavily, almost in that of a ficious pant. He meant everything he said, everything he felt. He had an idea that these kinds of rash actions were going to get him into even further trouble, but he ignored it. If being rash was the only way to make his voice heard, so be it.
Well, temper, temper, Mr. Maxwell Green.
(Sorry, I cursed a lot, and I know we're not supposed to, but I felt the need. I tried to make it work without them, but it just didn't feel right with the mood of Max's character. Just saying it flat out took away some of the emphasis I wanted to give in Max's words. It just seems like he would say it with a bunch of terrible swears and curses rather than without because his rage was so great so suddenly. I blocked it out completely for those younger so it's not totally out in the open, but I will take it out if you really want me to. I just figured I'd put it in there for now since it felt like it fit.)
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 25, 2007 19:25:20 GMT -5
"Maxwell Green!" Mr. Highmore started.
"Um..Head Master?" Marie said quietly looking from Max to Highmore. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" She asked him standing up.
Highmore nodded with an angry sigh. He walked out of his office waiting for Marie. Marie looked at Max giving him a sympathetic smile. She felt sorry for him. Marie walked out of the office closing the door behind her. "Head Master, maybe you shouldn't be so hard on him." She suggested. "But Marie!" He said loudly, not trying to yell at her. "Fine." He finally said. "And I'm sorry I just yelled at you, I di.." He broke off as Marie interupted him. "It's okay. Maybe you should just keep him under supervision, don't give him extra detentions for his language just now." She added, smiling innocently. Highmore nodded. They both walked into the office.
Marie stood by her chair. "Max," Highmore sighed. "Your only punishment will be the supervision." He said quietly. "You may both leave now." He said quietly as he sat down in his chair.
Marie smiled lightly as she left the office, waiting for Max. She really wanted to get to know him. Marie thought about it and felt really bad for Max. She sighed quietly.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 25, 2007 19:46:36 GMT -5
Maxwell Green! Max's eyes flickered with recalcitrant mirth as Mr. Highmore said his name in astonishment. Alright, if Mr. Highmore wanted to shout and scream at him, Max could shout and scream, too. He could do it louder, he could do it with more offensiveness, he simply could do it better. Much better than this twit. He was certain of it. He knew it. Giddy excitement and pride in himself burst through him. Well, Max would be in for the long haul now. No more backing down. The headmaster wanted a battle, Max would give him an epic war, and he wasn't afraid to do it. At least, right now he wasn't...
A small smirk crossed his face. He stood up straighter, his impassioned expression looking greatly pleased. Perhaps this wasn't the best thing to be pleased in yourself about, but Max was, nonetheless. He turned his face to Marie as she spoke. His eyes grew serious. Um..Head Master? Can I talk to you outside for a minute? Max inhaled slowly. What could she possibly have to talk to him about at a time like this, when tensions were so high?
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his head a bit as the two left. Once they were gone, however, he looked behind him, toward where they were standing. He watched them talk, narrowing his eyes in curiosity. What could they be talking about? Him, no doubt. Maxwell Green. He seemed to be the talk of the town today, so to speak.
He turned back toward the desk in front of him again. Maybe he could make some kind of bold and daring escape by jumping out a window. That would be pretty killer. But no, he decided against it. He would stay here and prepare himself for another brutal argument with headmaster whats-his-face. He looked down, playing with his lip ring triumphantly as they walked back in.
Max. Your only punishment will be the supervision. You may both leave now. Max looked up, his eyes shimmering with joy. He smirked deviously and pouted tauntingly. "Awh, what a shame, I was just starting to like it here." He said mockingly, chuckling softly in order to try to tick the head master off. Though that might not be such a smart move right now.
Max walked out of the office with new found determination. A small, faint, sassy grin was over his face as he stood just a short distance in front of Marie. He paused, thinking. There was no way he got away with that that easily. He narrowed his eyes in question, but they softened quickly. Perhaps she had said something to Mr. Highmore to keep Max from getting into more trouble. She had to of; or else he'd be still be in there screaming and arguing like a maniac. He turned to her, his smirk turning to a semi-warm smile. ".. Thanks." He muttered with a small nod of gratitude.
He calmed suddenly, and once more looked pleasant and serene. Really, Max wasn't a raving lunatic at all. He was kind and nice once you got to know him. But to the people he disliked.. well, that was a different story. He was a whole different person then.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 25, 2007 19:53:39 GMT -5
"It's okay. So, um.." She said smiling a little bit. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened in there." She said motioning towards the Head Master's office. "I won't tell anyone about what happened. Do you know what I mean. I wouldn't want anyone knowing about my personal life and I'm sorry that he is punishing you like this." She said quietly. She started to walk out of the building. "What class do you have now?" She asked, hoping that it was a free period for him. She was kind of hungry and needed something in her stomach. She looked back at him. "Are you coming or not?" She asked laughing a little.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 26, 2007 15:30:29 GMT -5
It's okay. So, um.. Max shrugged faintly, listening to her intently as she continued. He was a pretty good listener when he actually paid attention and cared a little bit about what was being said. Listen, I'm sorry about what happened in there. I won't tell anyone about what happened. Do you know what I mean. I wouldn't want anyone knowing about my personal life and I'm sorry that he is punishing you like this.[/i] Max flashed her a small smile, looking sort of pleased by her words. Well, at least she was nice. ".. Ah, well. It's okay. People are probably going to find out anyway. It's kind of hard to keep a secret in this school, you know?" He said, "I've been in worse situations than this, anyway. It doesn't matter."
That was absolutely a true statement for Max. Basically, nothing can compare to the horrible life his father's cruelty and disapproval put him through, along his mother's death and April's death. April. He sighed softly, thinking of her. She was his girlfriend since he was thirteen. She, too, had lost her mother in a tragic accident. Both of them were alone, and they comforted each other in their time of need. They got along famously, and were very much in love. Both had just began to smoke, as well, only April took it a step further than tobacco and cigarettes and started smoking other things, which lead to her untimely death due to an overdose when Max was fifteen. Another thing that lead him farther into depression.
He tried to push the sad memory out of his mind, at least for now. He blinked, looking at her. Marie, was her name? Yes, Marie. What class do you have now? He stared at her blankly for a moment before at the ground. He didn't really know. He didn't remember. Free or something, wasn't it? Are you coming or not? He looked up at her again. Oh, yeah, right. He shrugged, ".. Yeah, sorry." He answered, following after her. ".. I think I'm free now, so I guess we can go to the cafeteria or something. I need to stop at my dorm and get some things for my other classes, though." Max explained, sounding somewhat indifferent about it.
Normally, he would go to his dorm room and just stay there and smoke or something; listen to music, practice his bass, write... things of that nature. But smoking was out of the question at the moment, at least with her around, listening to music would be rude as would writing or practicing his bass. So, they could just go to the cafeteria and get.. food or something, despite the fact Max had little money to pay for it. Ah, well. He would manage.
He stared at Marie for a moment. She looked familiar to him somehow, but he didn't remember seeing her around school very often. Her smile, her laugh; it reminded him of someone else's, but he couldn't quite pinpoint who it was. He narrowed his eyes in thought, looking at her curiously.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 26, 2007 15:40:08 GMT -5
Marie smiled giggling. "Okay, just please don't smoke. I don't want to have to turn you in to Highmore." She said in a serious tone, but she still had her smile on her face. "And yeah. The cafeteria sounds good to me. I'm hungry." She said looking at Max. He seemed like a nice kid and she didn't understand why he didn't care about what Highmore said. She started to walk towards the dorms. "So, tell me a little about you." She said walking next to him.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 26, 2007 15:46:12 GMT -5
Okay, just please don't smoke. I don't want to have to turn you in to Highmore. Max's smile faded a little. Did she really think he was that stupid? "Yeah, I won't.. I'm not that stupid." He said, also sounding kind of serious as he looked away. He shoved his hands into his pockets. And yeah. The cafeteria sounds good to me. I'm hungry. He nodded in response to this, though didn't bother to look toward her again. He was probably just to lazy to do so. Max got that way sometimes. So, tell me a little about you. He looked a little confused by the question, mostly because it was random and out of no where. What did she expect him to say? He lifted his head, hesitating for a moment. "Well, um... I don't know. What do you want to know?" He asked, his eyes floated onto Marie. Why did she look so fimiliar...?
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 26, 2007 15:54:46 GMT -5
Marie looked at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you were stupid. I just..Nevermind." She said sighing as she looked at the ground her smile fading away. "Oh, I don't know. What about your family, your friends, a girlfriend?" She said, asking about the girlfriend part though. She looked up at him and saw him looking at her. "Why do you look at me like that?" She asked quietly and curious. She hoped that he wouldn't take any of that personally, like he did before.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 26, 2007 16:18:54 GMT -5
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you were stupid. I just..Nevermind. Max shrugged, "You don't need to be sorry. I was never implying that you called me stupid." He said softly. He didn't mean to sound as defensive as he did. He was simply still a little tense from recent events with a certain head master in a certain office. But, that didn't matter much now. Oh, I don't know. What about your family, your friends, a girlfriend? Family. Friends. Girlfriend. Of course. The three things in the world he'd rather not talk about. Ah, well. He sighed, pausing for a moment as he tried to think of a way to put it without being to dismal or annoyed.
"Well, I grew up in Nevada with my sister Nina, but my parents got divorced when I was about seven. My father moved to California but my mother stayed in Nevada. My mother died in a car accident when I was twelve, and my sister and I were forced to move in with our dad, which, pretty much was the most unhappy place on Earth since he pretty much hates me with a passion for no reason and always has.. So, he might as well be dead too, I guess... Uh..." Max paused again, debating on whether to go into more detail about his fathers disapproving eyes. He decided against it and continued. ".. Come to think of it, the majority of my family has a disapproving grudge against me, with the exception of Nina.. Whatever, I guess.. Um... All my friends are back in Nevada and probably don't remember who I am, and... I have no girlfriend at the present moment."
Of course, he left out his attempted suicide and that fact that he had been in love with someone before. Those things would only point further to his manic insanity, and he didn't exactly need anymore people thinking he was crazy, especially someone who he was going to be forced to spend so much time with for twelve months.
He inhaled. Well, that was a mouthful. Max looked at Marie again, waiting for some kind of reaction to this. It probably sounded extremely far-fetched and paranoid, but it was true. Max's father barely spoke to words to him throughout his seventeen years on Earth, and there were only three people in his family that at least acted like they cared: Max's uncle, Nina, and his mother. And the only one still living was Nina. He sighed, though the pain struck him hard. He masked it well behind his placid eyes.
Why do you look at me like that? Max looked amused by this. He wasn't expecting her to notice. He shrugged, "I don't know.. You look familiar." He chuckled softly, gently taking his hand and using his fingers to push back her hair so it was away from her eyes, "I think it's your eyes. They remind me of --" He stopped abruptly as his hand fell at his side. Suddenly, he realized who she reminded him of. She reminded him of April. A pang of remorse smacked him. God... did he really miss her that much? His smile faded a little. "... They remind me of April's." He said, the volume of his voice decreasing a little.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 26, 2007 17:31:05 GMT -5
"I'm very sorry about your family." She said quietly, feeling even more sympathy for Max. She felt like she needed to comfort him, but didn't know how. She continued walking next to him. Marie looked at him as he moved her hair out of her face. She blushed, but didn't say anything. She let him move her hair which was odd, because she normally wouldn't let anyone touch her. She smiled slightly. She forgot that this was the boy that she had to watch because he was such a bad kid. She was in her own little world now. "Who is April?" She asked softly. She watched his hand fall to his side, but her eyes came back to look at his face. She looked into his eyes, smiling.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 27, 2007 15:23:27 GMT -5
I'm very sorry about your family. Max shrugged in differently, though he turned his head away from her, his hair falling over his face. He would be lying if he said it was okay. It most definitely was not okay. When half the people who were supposed to love and care and always be there for you hated you with a burning passion for no reason at all and the other half was dead, it wasn't expected for everything to turn out okay. His heart ached for a moment. Max would never admit it, but he desperately wished for his family's approval, his father's especially. It killed him inside knowing they despised him, and as much as Max tried, he couldn't turn their thoughts about him around.
He sighed, looking up once more toward Marie. Who is April? Max managed a crooked smile at the mention of her name, but it fell into a miserable frown quickly. He broke eye contact with her suddenly. He couldn't stand to stare at her any further without feeling some sort of emptiness inside him. He tried to think of way to explain April. April's name fit her perfectly; she was much like spring, very warm and colorful. She was sweet, she was kind and gentle and compassionate. However, you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at her. She was a lot like Max in her style of clothing. She wore a lot of tight, somewhat skimpy clothing, like short skirts or tight pants, all of which were black or red or grey. She was different, she stood out. She was beauty at it's peak, with a clear, pale face and blue eyes, with long, thick black hair. She was the 'girl all the bad guys wanted', in a sense.
But once Max and April laid eyes on each other, they knew they were destined to be together. They were a match made in heaven, so to speak. Both were suffering from the loss of their parents, and both were able to find comfort in each other. They were both very deeply in love with one another and got along extremely well. Throughout their three years together, they never had one argument. They agreed on just about everything and the things they didn't they dropped out of all conversations, so they wouldn't have to worry about fighting over anything. That was the last thing they ever wanted to do with each other.
They'd even considered running away for a while, but Max didn't have the heart to leave his sister behind. April respected this completely, and stayed with Max. They were always very respectful of each others limits and boundaries, another thing that never lead them to fights. They never pushed one another to do anything. If April said 'no' to something, Max didn't provoke her about it and vice-versa.
Both started taking cigarette's and smoking around the same age of fourteen. However, April took it a step further, and started smoking other drugs as well as tobacco. Max wasn't very fond of this, but let her do what she wanted. He regrets that greatly now. If he could've got her to stop, perhaps she would still be alive now. About a year later, April was found dead in her room due to a drug overdose. It left Max very shaken. He had lost his mother, and now the one person who eased the pain was pulled away from him, as well.
Max fell into a deep depression after this, even worse then after the death of his mother. He smoked more frequently and began to think about suicide and death. He wanted to be with her again, and there was no other way than to die. He started cutting his arms, deeper and deeper each time, closer and closer to the veins beneath his skin. Oh, how good it felt. How warm his blood was as it ran over his skin. Max closed his eyes for a moment as he shoved his hands into his pockets for they had begun to shake. He remembered it all so clearly, as if it just happened yesterday. The blade, the razor, the blood, the sensations, the screams the pain, the hate, the love, the despair, the wish to die, the the longing to be with her. To be with April.
He began to pull himself back together again when Nina found out he had been cutting, that he wanted to die. It scared her greatly; even if Max wanted to die, she surely didn't want him to. She didn't want him to leave her alone. Out of love for her, Max tried to put his life back in order. It took him awhile, two years, but he accomplishe it. His life still wasn't completely 'in order', and probably never would be, but it was the closest it could be. Sort of.
Max blinked suddenly, lifting his head as he came back to reality. He glanced at Marie. She was still here? Oh, right. He looked down again, deciding to explain, "April was... My girlfriend for two years. She died of a drug overdose when I was fifteen." He said, his voice hushed and low as he stared at the ground. He sighed. He hadn't thought about her much until now. He never realized how much he missed her.
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