I wasn't going to go to Ms. Homeyer's funeral.
I didn't want to go.
She yelled at us for no reason.
She ate tuna fish out of can at her desk.
She didn't know any of our names.
And one time, on one of my worst days, she asked me, in front of the class, if I'd forgotten to wear deodorant.
Why would I go her funeral?
I wouldn't.
But for some reason, I felt like I had to go. Like I was supposed to go.
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Ms. Homeyer died in the faculty bathroom during second period.
There was an ambulance and three police cars, and we watched through the windows during English as they rolled her body out on a stretcher
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