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He stood up ever so slowly. Trying hard not to bring attention to himself. But he failed, as he got up the chair stopped moving. The rubber grabbing the floor and refusing to budge, the chair crashed to the floor. Everyone turned to the sound's origin. To see him, standing there crying. Never did he like attention nor want the spot light. Now 20 pairs of eyes fixed on him, cutting through his flesh with each stare. grabbing his things he shot out the door slamming it behind him, relieved. In the hall they stared at him and his sudden appearance. Their eyes fixed, gazing into his soul, judging him, and picking at his thoughts. "You are all heartless!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he ran down the hall. Everyone turned to watch him, heads peaking out classroom doors. He didn't care in a few minutes he will be out those doors and free. "Where will I go once I'm out? What will i do?" He thought as he jumped...and fell three floors to the ground. "A very quiet little kid." Teachers claimed. "He had a thing about people staring." Several students attested. "He was crazy." Little girls said through fits of giggles. His parents torn and broken hearted, tearfully said "He was going through a rough time in his life. He started a little world in his mind to escape to." The cops as always, "Another teen suicide and nothing more." But will they ever know and will they ever care that humanity is dieing and we thrust teh knife in deeper. This isn't a true story, this isn't written to change you out look on life, and it isn't to tell you what to think, but maybe it should, as always it's up to you.
"I'm free!" He screamed as he flew to the heavens.

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He stood up ever so slowly. Trying hard not to bring attention to himself. But he failed, as he got up the chair stopped moving. The rubber grabbing the floor and refusing to budge, the chair crashed to the floor. Everyone turned to the sound's origin. To see him, standing there crying. Never did he like attention nor want the spot light. Now 20 pairs of eyes fixed on him, cutting through his flesh with each stare. grabbing his things he shot out the door slamming it behind him, relieved. In the hall they stared at him and his sudden appearance. Their eyes fixed, gazing into his soul, judging him, and picking at his thoughts. "You are all heartless!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he ran down the hall. Everyone turned to watch him, heads peaking out classroom doors. He didn't care in a few minutes he will be out those doors and free. "Where will I go once I'm out? What will i do?" He thought as he jumped...and fell three floors to the ground. "A very quiet little kid." Teachers claimed. "He had a thing about people staring." Several students attested. "He was crazy." Little girls said through fits of giggles. His parents torn and broken hearted, tearfully said "He was going through a rough time in his life. He started a little world in his mind to escape to." The cops as always, "Another teen suicide and nothing more." But will they ever know and will they ever care that humanity is dieing and we thrust teh knife in deeper. This isn't a true story, this isn't written to change you out look on life, and it isn't to tell you what to think, but maybe it should, as always it's up to you.
"I'm free!" He screamed as he flew to the heavens.