Really, I didn't care that much. I know it's horrible, but hear me out.
I was fifteen, and this is what happened in my life that school year.
In June, a classmate and friend of mine was killed in an ATV accident. It was one of those stupid things that happens in a small town where no one cares about safety precautions like not piling a bunch of people on one, or wearing helmets, or not driving it on a road.
That summer, a little boy was killed in a car accident. He was three, and he was internally decapitated. I didn't even know car seats existed past the bucket seat, and I'm betting I was not a minority.
On September 10th, another friend of ours was killed in a car accident before school. We passed right by it, late for school that day and kind of freaking out because it was testing day.
September 11th, we didn't have a clue. School was already letting out early for the wake, and no one would tell us anything that was happening.
I came home that night after the wake and saw it on the news, and as we sat there and watched, my dad told us we were moving to Florida in October.
A couple of weeks later, my friend's mom died of an aneurism.
January 1st 2002, one of my friends from that town was killed in a car accident.
Valentines' Day, two more of my classmates from there were killed in a drunk driving incident.
Don't get me wrong. I get it now. I sat for hours and watched the replays a couple of years ago, horrified at what I had ignored. But I was fifteen and there was already so much going on. I didn't care about the people thousands of miles away.
on Sep. 10, 2013 at 10:53 PM