Think First


By Michelle Romaine

Wanna kill yourself?

Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up; so you go to your room, close the door and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over. You also take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time.

Grabbing that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this.

Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.”. Your dad runs to your room, looks at your mom; crying and holding the letter to her chest – sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall, falling to his knees. He starts to cry as your mom crawls over to him; sitting there holding each other as they cry.

There is an announcement the next day at school. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does everyone goes silent. Your classmates begin blaming themselves. Your teachers begin to think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you.

That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything too and broke up with you.. He can’t handle it, breaks down and starts crying and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they couldn’t see that anything was wrong and wishing they could have helped you before it was too late.

Your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out.

A few days later, at your funeral. The whole town comes to say goodbye. Everyone that knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, a shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young.

Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days.

It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression.

Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide.

Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day.

People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for.

If you know someone who is going through depression, don’t ignore the warning signs. Seek as much help as you can for them.

Michelle Romaine is a Sophomore student and freelance writer from Amarillo, Tx

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Middle school News

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Reported by Humble Jenkins

Great news, a middle school teacher, Mrs. Exam, is pregnant.

She is so excited to have a child – a baby boy – and does not know what to call him. I asked her a few questions. In our interview, I asked Mrs. Exam how the baby was doing and about her upcoming baby shower. ” So far the baby is healthy.”.

When asked about the baby shower, Mrs. Exam replied, ” I haven’t thought about it yet, we’ll be inviting 20 people; so it won’t be a lot.”.

 

Humble Jenkins is in Middle school; has 3 brothers, 4 sisters and loves her dad very much.

The Inhumane Treatment of Animals

By Humble Jenkins

Edited by Ahmad Jenkins

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Me and Humble, Writing Elite’s newest Author

For all the animals out there, I feel sorry. Especially the number that die by the day, not to mention those that die senselessly. If we were to take a guess, it could be said that almost 50% of all animals that are domestically raised – not to mention those raised for food – are abused or killed inhumanely.

We need these animals to help us, such as, service animals that aid the elderly; and others in need, that we use for food, and other products. Some people would say things like, “They are just food, they have no feelings, or choice.”; however there are also other people who do care about the way animals are treated – even those that are raised for food – regardless of the fact that the way they are treated is sad, and often times cruel.

I think that the first type of people, those who care little about the inhumane treatment of animals are greedy; perhaps even heartless. They may not be thinking of the value of life. I say we should kill less animals, so that more of them can of service to people in other ways.

After all, this is how I would feel if I were a cow or other animal.

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