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“Shut the fuck up Jack!” Bryan yells across the room dropping his Bass. He storms out. Jack stares angrily at his guitar and then at me. “Just had to open your damn mouth Mae!” He yells and runs out. oh shit. All i said was he’s in a better place. Why’d he get so angry. I feel ashamed though, Jack tried to help.What the hell happend to Denny? Why’d he do it? We all wondered. How could he do the unthinkable? We’re all hurting… Jack isnt showing up at school, Bryan is handling this all with anger. And me, well lets just say i want the band to stay togethor. Mr.Ross walks in the music room and gets out his clipboard. “Okay ‘van vern’ you got the room until an hour.” He says. He looks around seeing everyone left except me. “Uh, we’re good…” i say. I look down at the mic in my hand drooping. He looks at down at me. He sighs. “Look, im sorry about Denis-“ he says. I cut him off, “Denny” I say. “His name was Denny”. “Yeah Denny, the entire town is grieving ok?” He says with little empathy. I wanna screambout my brains. “Yea..” i say. I pack up my stuff grab my backpack and walk out. Mr.Ross locks the music room door. I see Bryan in the hall. He glares at me. He gives me a death glare with his green eyes. He looks away and leans on the locker. I wanna go say sorry and talk about it but something prevents me. I try to speak but nothing comes out. I leave the school doors and head home. When i get to the house i open the door after putting the key in and go to my room. I lay on my bed. My phone rings. I answer whoevers calling. “Oh hey.” Someone says. “Henry?” I say. “Heh yeah. Maeve right?” He says. Not him. “Um yeah.” I say. “Oh uh, i was just wondering if you’d like… i dont know… wanna go to a park? Hang out?”. I dont say anything. “I dont know Henry.” I say. “Too much going on” i finish. “Oh is it about the band?” He asks. I pause. I think about how dad didnt tell me until three days about Denny. “Yea.” I say. “Oh, i heard you wanna start it up again so maybe…” he says. “Yea sure whatever.” I say. I can hear the joy in his voice. He’s so clueless. “Ok cool! I can drum and play bass” he says. “Yea guitar are cool.” I say. “What kind though? Electric or acoustic” i ask. I lean up in my brg and hold only my pillow. “Uh, acoustic.” He says. “That can work.” I say. “Ok yeah! See you tomorrow? My garage?” He says. “Yeah”. Im so lost thinking about the whole suicide thing i just cant be going on stupid dates with Henry. But the band thing was pretty cool. Its not the same for sure but whatever.