I'm still in a state of shock from the news about my former English teacher. To think she's dead and I never will be able to see her frowny smile ever again seems so unreal.
I was never extremely fond of her, but I learned later that she did what she did to help me. Even though I disliked her idea of forcing me out of "anti-socialism".
My friend's been found. He left home Monday after leaving a note saying he needed some time on his own and that no one should go looking for him. My mother has bugged me about this ever since. Could I help somehow and blah blah. But honestly?
I never intended to do a thing.
He wished to be alone and respect that..
