Driving home
from work down Spring Street, I saw Rhett waving at me.
Rhett was on his 10-speed bike on a corner waving me down.
I waved back. It was just last saturday the fourteenth.
That was the last time I saw Rhett's physical, living
body. Later on Lynn called me from Rhett's house and wanted
to get together. Rhett was soon on the phone asking me
to please come over. I said no and claimed to have my
P.J.'s on and I was going out too much and that I should
stay home with my mom. I could have gone very easily,
but I just didn't. Anyways, that was the last day I saw
or heard from Rhett Bell. I can't stand it! I wish I were
in a state of nothingness. If I had the guts and wasn't
sensitive to anyones feelings, I would kill myself. I'm
ready to die. Why wasn't it me that died instead of Rhett?
I remember my name right next to his on the high-honor
roll. He was so much smarter than me. I thought today
that instead of studying business, I'd study medicine.
If Rhett couldn't live his life, I would for him. It's
stupid. Today I went to my Grandmother's cemetary plot.
I haven't gone there since her furneral 3 and a half years
ago in January. I didn't plan to go, but I just turned
my bike down that road. Maybe I'll see Rhett's cemetary
plot.
Good-Night
Rhett,
Michael R.
Booth
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