I didn’t really know Andrew Gail, and I guess I never will.

We went to elementary school together, actually. Albertson-Penny Elementary. He always seemed nice enough. I mean, he was kind of a jock, a student-council type, and that’s not really my scene, but it’s not like I wanted him to die.

Did I ever talk to him? Well, I guess. I think we worked on a project together once. Look, I’m the girl who plays piano for the choir concerts, and he was the one who the school practically made their poster child. We weren’t exactly of the same world.

I guess the poor guy got caught up in the high school experience. Who could’ve seen it coming, though? Andrew Gail goes home one Friday night after the football game and blows his head off. That’s one hell of a twist.