Tomorrow is christmas eve and I’m drunk, listening to Blonde Redhead and using the headphones that secret gave me. Also I went to Shauna Hills funeral yesterday. I’ll try to explain it all. But I maybe too drunk and I might go straight to writing my short story. Or I may go straight to bed because it is late. Also I have been watching alot of It’s is always sunny in philadelphia.
I’m listening to a french Blonde Redhead album. Excuse me as I get some wine(This is a play on the Jimmy hendrix quote ”Excuse me as I kiss the sky” I was planning on saying this was a play on something else, but I forgot)
I’m listening to Superheroes crashes by OMR. It is freaking awesome and I’m enjoying it.
This writing is inspired the Ernest Hemingway quote
“Write drunk; edit sober”
Yesterday, my lunch group had our christmas party. The point was to distribute our christmas presents from our secret santa business. I could list who attended, but who did not attend is more important for the overall story, But I won’t list them now, I’ll get to that later. Don’t ruin my pace. I’m trying not to fall asleep. I wonder if I’ll remember what I wrote tomorrow. I’m pretty drunk. I can’t tell if my pace is going slow or I’m just assuming I’m going slow because I’m drunk. And I did get wine, that isn’t bull shit. I’m going to drink some before I write the next paragraph. Getting some wine was not some bull shit excuse to use a litterary device, I’m confident I spelt that wrong, thank god I have auto correct.
I did not write about it surprisingly, but Shauna Hill got in a car accident. I do not know why I did not write about it. It has been bothering me. She was driving with this annoying kid Devyn morris and they got hit on the way to secrets house. devyn got out of it with nothing more than a concussion She was put into a medically induced coma. This bothered everyone(including me) for two reasons. This was a classmate just like us, we attended the same school, had the same friends. She was just like us. That could've easily of been me, But it wasn't me, it was Shauna Hill. Secondly, she was extremely nice. She really was a great person. One morning freshman year when I was on the bus I got in a dispute with this kid Goose, I kind of deserved it because he did not know that I was being only a little bit playful(I won't go into the minor details and backstory, this is about Shauna.) But the way it came off he was being a complete ass hole. He dominated everything, I could barely manage to say anything. When she stepped in and told him to lay off of me, he did. I did not thank her because I was far too humbled to say anything. And now I never will.
The point is she was a very nice person. She was never extremely popular but nobody would never say anything negative about her because she was so nice.
I need to go grab a jacket for I am getting cold and drink some more wine. I’ll finish with my emotional piece afterwards.
Sometimes I’ll run words through my head to make sure I know how to spell them. Most recently it was ‘messiah’. I have a bad case of the hiccups, but only when I think about it.
Everyone was extremely sad to find out that she was in a bad Car crash. Since I had never met her I was more confused than anything else. The first thing that came out of her being in the hospital was she was fine. Though she was in critical condition, she would ultimately be fine. Hearing this I put it out of my head. Boy, was I naive.
About a week later, I had put it out of my head. I had heard she would be fine. Why should I argue, or even question. I had hardly thought about it.
Near the end of second period I heard an announcement
“All teachers, please come to the library after second period.”
My first thought was that she had died. I did not put much thought into it. why should I?
Once the class ended I walked past multiple crying girls, why were they crying? I had not immediately deduced that she had definitely died. How could I have not off?
I sat down at the lunch table, only Secret was there. I asked her about the crying girls, her response was just
“I don’t know, bitches being bitches”
Britney then showed up. We asked her but she did not know. Through further talking we came to the conclusion that Shauna had died. There was no way to be sure but that was the most logical conclusion, We seized the talking when a crying Brandy box told Britney that shauna really was dead. This brought about a string of shock through all of us. It was the same feeling that I felt when Camden Christensen died in third grade.
“I can’t believe their dead.”
“That could of been me”
“That should of been me”
To be continued after I sleep, I’m exhausted,
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