It came time to visit Dameon again. A week after our last meeting. Wednesday at 3:45. I remember because wednesday is taco day in the cafeteria at school. When I arrive at the hospital i feel a bit uneasy. All those wackjobs kind of freak me out. Dameon is in his room when i enter, reading an old newspaper. "Did you know there is some miners trapped in chille?" he asks, "I think they got them out a few months ago"I inform him, "Oh, they don't get us newspapers often". "Why did you do it?"I suddnly blurt out, "Do you really want to know why I did it, or why your name was on my list?" he responds, looking into my eyes. His question catches me off guard. "I-I ummmm..." "Excactally what I thought Sam, you really don't care about me, or anyone else for that matter. All you care about is yourself..." "THATS BULLSHIT!!!" I scream. He winces but lets me finish my rant. "You are a fucking crazy son-of a-bitch, thats why you are in here. I have no part in you being here. Yeah, we use to be friends dude, but I am glad I got rid of your sorry ass." I walked right out of the room and took a deep breath, and turned around and went back in. "I will be back next week, I need some time to think.' With that, I went home.
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Dameon's list
Teen FictionA boy brings a gun to school and tries to commit suscide. He has a list of all of the people who brought him to it. This is the story of these people.
