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Chapter Fifteen
Angel didn't come to school again the next day and this time it was my fault. The students that walked past me seemed to sense my pain and didn't look at me directly, but I heard whispers as I shuffled past. Kari and Davis were waiting at my locker when I got there.
"Hi TO," Davis did his usual thing of not saying my nickname correctly.
"Davis," Kari frowned at him. Davis laughed nervously.
"Hi you guys," I replied.
They moved to the side as I opened my locker and got out my mornings books. Some of Angel's rose petals were still sitting on the top shelf. I brushed them off and watched them as they silently fell to the floor. Kari and Davis shared a look.
"Is something wrong TK?" Kari asked warily.
"Not anymore," I said, trying to smile.
I felt guilty. I slammed my locker door shut and walked down the hall. Kari and Davis trailed me to our first lesson.
During the third lesson for that day, one of the ladies from the office came to our classroom. Everyone stopped talking and watched her as she entered the room. She walked up to the teacher, Ms. Cerik, and handed her a pink slip. The class gave a collective gasp. We all knew what a pink slip meant.
"Please not me," I heard someone to my left whisper.
Ms. Cerik looked up… at me.
"Mr. Takaishi, please collect your things, you are required in the office," she said sternly.
Kari gave me a confused look, but I knew what it was for. Angel.
The class watched as I slowly packed my books into my green backpack. I followed the staff lady to the principal's office.
Angel's mother and what I guessed was her father were seated in chairs opposite the principal's desk.
"Ah, Takeru. Thank you for joining us," the principal said, using my full name instead of my nickname.
"Something's happened to Angel hasn't it?" I asked gloomily.
Angel's mother promptly burst into tears. Angel's father patted his wife's shoulder. The principal cringed.
"Yes, something has happened to Angel," the principal confirmed.
"What?! TELL ME!" I cried, impatient.
The principal looked stunned at my outburst. She sighed and pointed to the only empty chair in the room.
"You'd better sit down TK," the principal said.
I took her advice and sank down into the plush, high-backed red chair. The principal looked grim.
"I don't really want to be the one to tell you this Takeru," the principal sighed. "Last night, Angel committed suicide. She slit her wrists."
My world shattered into a million tiny pieces.
"She's dead?" I squeaked, unable to make my voice work properly.
Angel's mother let out a sharp cry. I regretted my choice in words.
"This is a most unfortunate incident to happen, Angel had a bright future ahead of her," the principal continued. "We need to know what happened Takeru. Do you know why she did it?"
I was still grasping the idea that Angel was dead. I couldn't believe it. It was all my fault. I emitted a strangled cry and got up. I couldn't stay in this room with these people anymore. I ran from the room.