Any Morning Yields
I want to tell you a couple of things. I want to tell you a story thats been running through my mind since September 25th, 2003. There was this girl who went to my high school. Her name was Amy Porter. Amy was 16 years old, tall, thin, and always seemed to be in the shadow of someone else. No matter what she did, she never came in first, and was always being compared to someone else.
Amy lived in a small town called Spoosville. Nothing ever really happened here, except for the occasional divorce, but other than that, Spoosville was pretty quiet. High School here is very cliquey. If you're not in a clique, than you get picked on and taunted. On September 25th, Amy took her own life by an overdose of painkillers, 7 perkasets to be exact.
She never fit in with anybody, and always got teased. I remember hearing the ambulance racing to try to save her. The lights lit up the whole street, as it filled with curious onlookers, just eager to know what was going on