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A Picnic


The school picnic was today. It was nice and I applaud those who organized it. I only wish I was not ignored through the entire thing.

You see, my friends are all I have. After the death of my family, leaving only my sister, who is having trouble with drugs, and me. I rarely speak to my sister anymore. My friends never knew about my family, or how much they mean to me.

But today I discovered that I’m alone in this world. At the school event, I was completely ignored and neglected. What have I done to have deserved this neglection? Is it that I am one that is willing to tell people my opinion? Is it that I am the one that is willing to stand up for any of them?

It’s like I’m a ghost. I hear them talking about me behind my back. Although I’m right in front of their faces, I’m sure that they do not notice me at all. They take no slight interest in me. I see them take pictures with each other, leaving me out. They take plenty. In fact, after a few, I get jealous and lose my temper. I decide to join in. As usual, they take no attention in me and barely even notice that I’m there. I join the group in seeing how the picture turned out. I’m not even there.

And then they start gossiping and talking bad stuff behind my back again. I hear almost all of it.

"I’m so glad he’s gone."
Do they not realize that I am, and shall forever, be with them?

"Stuff is so much better without him."
Do they not respect me for what I did?

"I bet he’s probably still a loner."
To their eyes, I might be. But in my eyes, I still have them. They are all I have and I value them, but they should at least show some respect to me. I was the one who had to do something. I bet they probably didn’t even hear the news about what I had to do for them.

The picnic ends and everyone leaves. I walk the lonely path down the road, taking a few turns. Even the pedestrians on the sidewalk don’t notice me. They walk right through me.

After an hour or two of walking, I find the graveyard. I go to the place where I go every day.

I finally find the tombstone.

"Sean Karr
February 28, 1996 - March 11, 2007
Here lies Sean Karr. He prevented the Hawks School Bombing at an expense. He shall be greatly missed.”

Not even flowers or anything. Tears start to flow down my cheeks. Nobody even visits!

I lie down on the grass and let myself sink into the ground. After a long day of hurt feelings, a soul must go back to its body, and so I have.

My soul sinks into my body. Rest in peace to me. Rest in peace to me indeed.

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