There are others. Others who felt the impact way more than I did- others that it directly affected. I'm just a girl that was in his grade, was aware of his existence. Went to the same school as him, three lockers down. So why was it so life-changing when he had been found dead that one morning? Because I never really knew him. And now? My chance was gone. So I started this journal, writing so that he could get to know me- Because I can never know him. If you thought that suicide can't affect someone who's 12 years old- that they don't understand it- think again.