Me> part three

Middle school through high school> let’s get a bit deeper.

Now I’m going to go a bit deeper into my story before college. Not quite too deep yet, that’s coming. Right now it’s things that people can hear more publicly, later it’ll be more.. family things.

Anyways, a lot of people I went to high school with thought that our school had a curse. Now before this started, something else happened in my life.

In eighth grade my favorite aunt died of cancer. She was married to my dads brother. She had one daughter, my only female cousin that’s older than me. She was the type of person to truly care about others. I’m not just saying that because a lot of people do after someone dies. I’m saying it honestly. She had cancer and it receded. They thought she had survived. Then it came back viciously, and spread even to her lungs. There was no treatment. She was sitting on her couch one day and my cousin came home from school to find her sitting there, but dead. Lifeless. I went to her funeral, and it was the first one of many that I had went to. Or, not all funerals.. most were just visitations. I hate funerals, so I try not to stay for them.

Anyways, that same year two girls who were in high school died in the same car crash. I didn’t know them.

My freshman year a senior died. He killed himself by overdosing then going into a hot tub. I knew him because when I was at prom my friends ditched me, and he was the only one who noticed and was nice to me.

A few years blur together so I’m not sure if it was sophomore year or junior year.. but within those two years a senior that I worked with died after a car crash. He was in a medically induced coma for a while but eventually they woke him up. He didn’t last too long after that.

A girl that everyone knew died of cancer. Another girl like my aunt, someone who brought everyone up around them.

A boy that was in middle school was murdered by his step-dad in a walmart parking lot. I didn’t know him.

A friend of my brothers killed himself by hanging himself in his bathroom. His dad found him. He was a kid on the wrestling team. He would come over to our house to hang out with us. And his step-mom was abusive, in a way that she would lock him in his room without food. He would climb out his second story window and stay at a friends house many nights. I remember one time he came over, with his step-mom, dad and half sister. They seemed normal, at the time.

A dad of my brothers friend killed himself. I remember a couple times he came over. He shot himself in the head.

Then I remember Josh… during senior year he was in my grade. He was the class clown. The one everyone loved. Always making people laugh, always nice to people. You know, there’s always at least one of those kids in every grade. The nice kid who everyone can’t help but love. He died very suddenly. One day he was at basketball practice, and he just collapsed. Turned out he had a heart problem. No one knew about it. But he loved basketball. Even if they would’ve found the problem, he probably still would’ve kept playing. He was that kind of kid.

In this time my great-aunt also died. I don’t remember the disease.. but it was one where your muscles slowly deteriorated. She was a nice lady. Kind of strange, like all women on my moms side of the family tend to be, but she still stood out.

The whole family got together for her funeral. Which had not happened in a long time.

I guess.. the good thing I can remember about this time is when we would have a yearly summer party in our barn for family and friends. But that ended also.. sometime in the middle of my high school years.

I would try to put some good things about then in here right now. Let me try to think..

Well at school I did have fun with my friends. I guess this is where my craziness came from. I had to have some way to let it out. So I’m kind of weird at times, but people don’t mind. I guess I learned to be entertaining effortlessly. Or I always was. I’m not really sure.

On to the private part~