The walls close in around me…. Sweaty bullets, every thought running through my mind, “I can't even believe this happened. How could this happen? I don't even think it's worth living after what happened. He was my best friend, why did I let something like this happen to him, I didn't even say goodbye to him.” This is kind of along the lines of how people act/say when tragedy happens to them, like it happened to me. Let's start with how I met my friend. It all began on a Monday in September 2013: I remember that day because I was always late on Mondays. In connection with Monday being my hardest day of the week, my first lesson was math; my most hated topic. When I got to class early, to my advantage, class hadn't started yet. I immediately found a seat at the front of the class because people always told me “students always sit at the front”. My first glimpse of this friend was: quiet, polite and an exchange student! Yes, my future friend was an exchange student. At first I was skeptical about becoming friends with him. Classmates pointed out their childish observations ...