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I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the seventh grade, and she was in the sixth. February - There was no school, for it was a weekend. Or.. perhaps it was a break. It must’ve been a break of some sort. They left him behind, and that was the first mistake. They had trusted him alone. I wore that comfortable yellow sweater I had gotten one Christmas. I wore that sweater rather often, back then. Now, it has degraded in quality, but I still wear it every now and then.

I don't know why he did what he did, but I think I am beginning to understand now.