On Wednesday evening, a wonderful boy was taken from this earth.
This boy was only 13. His birthday two days before.
This boy was from my grade. And every one of my classes.
He was the nicest guy I've ever met and probably will meet.
He was always respectful to teachers and other people.
Thursday was a day of crying and sadness at school.
The entire 7th grade didn't have to go to classes.
We were too traumatized. We all went to the auditorium,
and most of us bawled for 3 hours, myself included.
Today was better; almost everybody in the school wore
orange -his favorite color-. Even the teachers. It was
better, but not even close to being right again. It never will.
There is a voide that can never be filled.
R.I.P. Dom
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