The girl who died in 6th period.

She looked around watching everything she built up fall apart. She was alone again. She watched everyone else talk having fun. Everyone was laughing at a joke and it felt like she was the punchline or at least it felt like she was getting punched. She didn’t remember the joke. It was like two years ago when no one would tell her what was so funny no matter how much she asked and all she got was  ‘you’ll understand when you are older’. She is older now and nobody will tell her still. It is a lonely life that she would rather let fade out and die then keep living it alone. She was always to sad to ask the other kids to play with her. The other kids ran as soon as they saw her approaching them. This is where she learned how to be silent. Slowly she died and her final breath was taken one fateful day in 6th period. All alone at lunch even with all her friends sitting next to her. That was the first and last time she realized what it felt like to breath freely without oxygen ever having to reach her lungs. To this day she lays in an open casket made of her visible rib cage waiting for a place to rest her weary mind for good. Here she lies dead.