Story 2

I'd just gotten off the emo wagon yesterday; apparently i was the only one. They keep talking about someone who disappeared or something? I haven't a clue; it only happened yesterday they say, and they just found out this morning via the freshman's mom. I'm just not going to be upset about it, that's what I've decided, because i never knew the kid. Plus, like I said before, i just got over being sad on Monday. Tuesday is, like, my favorite day of the week since everyone else hates it, and I'm not going to have it spoiled.
I just wish i had someone to talk to right now, that isn't crying and shit. Because that's what there doing right now: crying. All my friends are just sitting around me having a sadgasm. It took me fucking forever to get them to tell me what was wrong; i had to do a hell of a lot of it'll-be-okay's and everything-will-be-alright's before one of them would respond.
"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!" she said, fucking bawling all over my fucking shoulder. "NOW I'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! IF ONLY IT WEREN'T FOR-" of course at the end of that oh-so-momentous phrase she decided the pain was impossible to bear and she just had to stick her greasy, teary face into my vintage, purple sharkskin shoulder padded jacket.
What a loser. The saddy-faced crying person picked herself up to reach for a tissue. It was at that moment of refuge I clambered to my feet, gripped my bag strap, tossed my book bag onto my shoulder, and stalked off in search of more joyous company. Mourning is such a waste of time; it's Tuesday for god's sake.