The school thought it would be good for me to get involved in the planning and development of the memorial. I don't know if it hurt more or if it helped. I don't really know much anymore. I went to shop class. They were making two gold plaques for their lockers. The art classes were making collages and paintings of them. The stamp club was going through fan mail which was sent in. I guess everything was coming together. Everything but my life. I didn't want to do anything. Life was so boring without them.
As I walk in the hallways I think about all the different events that took place.
The first day of freshman year when we all walked in together.
The pranks that took place.
The fights that took place.
I remember it all.
All the amazing memories we have together.
Everywhere I go I remember something.
Watching them play all their sports.
I went to every game.
I stuck by their side and they stuck by mine.
I don't know what's going to happen next in my life.
All I know is I need to make them remembered.
I need to make them proud.
