School. Ah. How I would like to strangle the person who created it. But, it is there, existing, nonetheless.

A weekly routine. Wake-up. Stuggle through school. Practice. Clubs. Homework. But, today was not in my schedule.

I walk into school. But, something is wrong with the freshmen. They seem…depressed. Not the usual giggling flock of girls, not the usual pack of pranking guys. Not trying to prove their amazing existence as usual. Just, there.

Well, why should I care? Lunch comes around, as it always does. We’re completely unaware of the red-nosed, watery-eyed teachers, quietly talking in the corner.

We sit at our tables, the roar reaching its general climax, when suddenly, it drops. The principle and the nurse are quieting the crowd. They have an announcement.

“Many of you knew-know-Andrei. He was-is very sick with Leukemia. I’m afraid Andrei is no longer with us; he passed away last night.”
Silence

I’m not hungry anymore. After all, when Andrei will never eat again, why should I?