"Thank you for loving me."
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No one would think that the Davy Wade would die, much less, kill himself.
He was the epitome of a good person. Some even thought he was the second coming of Christ. But when the shock and confusion of Davy's suicide co...
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t h e p r o b l e m w i t h d a v y
7
I didn't expect the rest of my week to go well, so I wasn't really surprised when Mr. Thomas called me down to the principal's office on Thursday.
Maybe he's personally going to apologize for his dear students vandalizing my things, or going to tell me that I need to move because things are only going to get worse from here. I liked that last thought, it would be better if I left. That's all I ever wanted anyway.
I walked into the white office with chestnut desks and sounds of typing. Every five minutes the phone rang and someone picked it up after two rings at most. I waited in a chair near a window that showed the landscape of this God forsaken town I've grown to detest.
I just had to make fun of myself always thinking of the worst. Davy thought I embodied the cliche, cynical, angsty teen that acted mean but just wanted to belong.
He never was more correct.
I clenched my teeth and dug my nails into the palm of my hand. I hated that every passing thought I had was of Davy, or of his family. Sometimes even Dawson. I hated that my life was surrounded and totally submerged with the Wade's. It made moving on even harder.
"Mr. Thomas will see you now, Eden," I was pushed out of my incoherent thoughts as one of the secretaries called my name. I gave her a small smile and nod, and proceeded into Mr. Thomas's room. Even though I know I didn't do anything wrong, my skin pricked with uncertainty. I knocked on his closed mahogany door, and a strong voice replied for me to come in. I made my way into his office, and was immediately intimidated by the bare walls and clean desk. Mr. Thomas was a former army veteran so he was every student's nightmare as a principal.
"Ms. McCalister, please take a seat," his stern voice forced me to do everything he asked me to. There was no sign of happiness on his face and no trace of happiness in his office. I didn't know if it was for effect of the title principal or he really didn't have any happiness in general. "I am aware of the incident that happened yesterday with your locker and vehicle," he started. I nodded him to go on and he continued promptly, "Yes... I also am aware of your absences from school." I looked down at my hands and held them tightly, afraid what was going to happen next. "I am willing to let that go if you agree to not press charges against the school and students that harmed you. This town is struck with shock with what happened with Davy Wade, and I know you two were close. If you need anything just ask." My eyes were the size of my balled up fist and no words came out of my mouth.
This is too abnormal.
"I wasn't going to press charges..." I managed to say. His tensed shoulders relaxed and nodded his head.
"Thank you Ms. McCalister, I will punish anyone severely if they harass you again." The tone of his voice was a sign of a goodbye, and I thanked him sheepishly as I made my way out of his office. Special treatment was never given at this school, even to Davy. I forced myself not to think about it. It wasn't worth the unanswered questions.
