Someone died. Someone my bloody age. Someone in my year. Someone who... almost everyone in my year knows.
Look, I don't know her very well. I know her name and what she looks like, but I've never shared any classes with her.
How old am I? I'm fourteen, nearly fifteen. She was only fourteen or fifteen. She was in my year, for goodness' sakes. She had so many friends and she was so sincere.
Everyone cried. Including me.
I don't need a reason to cry for her -- even if I don't know her very well. I doubt she knows me very well, but I don't care.
She was a good artist and she always had a huge smile on her face. Her teachers liked her.
I can't imagine such a great person ... gone. Bloody ... gone.
The whole year 10 cried. At least all 130 of us had gone to the chapel once. Teachers cried. Some other year groups came as well.
Death isn't far from anyone is it?
I feel so sad.
I'll keep her in my prayers.
I'm too shocked to translate/scanlate anything so I won't.
再见 -- 安息吧
xah~