CRESTFALL HIGH wasn't the same way it was. For two months since Jamey Standhill killed himself, the halls were deserted, the students mumbled to themselves and some used this opportunity to skip school, teachers as well skipped lectures, and every student had a scheduled meeting with the counselor once a week as a precaution against suicide but that was two months ago.

Now, the halls were lively again, jocks ruled the hallway again, the daily announcement on suicide stopped, the scheduled meetings stopped, it was as if Jamey Standhill never existed. As though he was just a thought of what had been for two months.

This is what society allows happen anyways, it's handiwork. A soul is lost, for a month or two they are remembered but after that, every single thought of them is dead too.

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"Keon?" Mr Walter snapped his fingers to draw back his attention.

"What?" Keon blinked rapidly, reminding himself of just where he was.

"Are you even listening to me?" Mr Walter forehead furrowed in frustration.

"I won't lie, I wasn't." He admitted in a brutally honest tone.

"We are talking about something really important here and you are not paying attention to me." Walter crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's just college, Mr Walter." Keon shrugged, exhibiting what Walter had thought of him before - a boy with no ambition.

"Wrong, Keon. You are wrong there. It's your future."

"And what even makes you so sure that I want to go to college or heck that I want to have this future you are talking about?"

"Well, don't you?" Walter asked, leaning back in his chair as he awaited a reply.

"I don't know."

"'you don't know'?" Walter scoffed in a pretence amusement. "You know what? Here's a list of great colleges to go to. I want you to apply to them and keep an open mind." Walter handed him a paper. "It would be good for you."

"Sure. Mr Walter, I'll keep an open mind." He picked up his bag and walked out of the office.

At the sight of what stood before him, he halted in his tracks. His eyes wide open and his jaw hanging in the air. Perhaps his eyes deceived him, he was hallucinating, but if not then it truly was Jamey Standhill waving at him from across the hall.