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Iw spoilers and trigger warning.
3rd person.
They think after all that's happened we should be fine. That we should just get on with our normal lives.
The school was silent, but full of people. Everybody's eyes were red or dull.
Everybody here has lost someone. Heck, even some of us died! And yet they still expect us to get on with our lives.
The usually busy classroom was silent, apart from the noise of pencils scratching on paper. 16 chairs were empty.
Nothing is as it should be. Fun isn't in the dictionary because the creator is gone. We lost a great many people to this war. And they're never coming back.
The school bell rung as chairs scraped slowly on the floor. Everybody silently made their way out of the classroom.
Ned Leeds. He's a good example. His parents died during the war. And to top it all off, his best friend went too.
Ned sat on his bed, drowning out his sorrows with the playlist he and peter put together. His eyes were blotchy and red.
They're all gone. Our friends. Our family. And they expect us to go on like nothing happened. Like we're not sad or depressed or lonely. We're supposed to let loose and have fun. But we can't have fun when there's nobody else left.
Written by Michelle Jones, a 17 year old midtown student.
MJ sat on her bed, her face in her hands. She'd lost everybody she ever loved. She knew her film story was being broadcasted live to everywhere in the galaxy, translated into other languages.
She'd lost hope.
And quite frankly so had everyone else.
Well. *claps hand*. I am sorry please don't freak at me!
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