I hate farewells.
Now that you're gone.
I think of all the things you did that irritated me.
The noise you made when you chew.
The way you bit your nails in English class before spitting what you bit off at the kid in front of us.
Even your laugh used to bug me.
It sounded like a wounded hyena with a dash of pig thrown in.
I miss it all.
When I viewed your body.
I wanted to sock you in your head.
You were too young to die!
And I'm too young to
have to accept your death
because of your crash
I'm not excited about getting
my license anymore
because I'm afraid I might join you.
I'm fifteen years old
and I feel like I have to be an adult
Nothing will ever be the same.
Suddenly I realize I'm mortal.

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