It's been a month since you were last seen in the school. Your parents thought it was too soon after what happened, they didn't want to cause you more pain and stress, so they kept you home. But you insisted on going back there. You just wanted your life to look normal again.

And so you did. You just walked through the door, everyone was staring at you with that pity in their eyes, and it made you feel sick. But you pushed through. Your friends were there. Kiara walked right beside you, her arm wrapped around yours. Sarah was alongside her, trying not to stare too much. John B and Pope were walking behind, like a pair of overprotective dogs, glaring at anyone who even dared to open their mouths. And JJ- he was walking behind everyone. His eyes practically burning a hole in your back, analyzing every move, expression, he even watched how many breaths you took.

Everything seemed fine until you saw that poster. You stopped in your tracks, and so did everyone, they didn't notice it yet so they just stared at you in confusion while you clenched your fists and stared at the wall. Soon the principal came out, his eyes showing the same pity that everyone showed you for the past month.

"It's good to see you back" he spoke, his hand reaching out towards you but you pushed it away and turned your gaze towards him, glaring at his figure.

"Good to see me back?" you practically hissed "what's up with these don't k!ll yourself posters?" You asked, pointing to the wall where it was written in big black letters. Now everyone noticed it too "they weren't up before. You put them up because she k!lled herself, haven't you?"

"Hey, stop it-" Sarah tried to interrupt you, buy you had none of that. You pulled your arm out of Kiara's grip and stepped closer to the principal, getting in his private space.

"And why did she do it? Because the kids here treated her like shit" you kept talking, your voice growing with each word "but no one wants to admit it, so you paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial" You growled, pointing to your sister's old locker "cause that's the kind of school this is! Everyone is so nice, until they drive you to k!ll yourself! But sooner or later, the truth will come out" you warned him in a low voice.

He knew what you were talking about. The constant complaints your sister made, the pleadings for help at the school psychologist or principal office. But no one did anything, which finally led her to take the matter in her own hands. And that caused you to lost her forever. And you sure as hell would let that slide. But he couldn't let any other student, or parent know that. His reputation was more important to him that the students well being.