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The blood streamed in his eyes, the fiery tears of pain, his sorrows took him over, but they didnt play the game, he leapt up off the tower and was never seen again. He sat in the back of class and did not raise his hand. so when the teacher called on him and started to demand, He would start to pout and cry, the pain from within,coming out clear and loud while the students laughed at him. they kept on laughing and making fun until it went too far, he took a Stand and scolded them with tears momentarily fading from his face,and the look he had next was quite bazaar .... you all will wish u knew me because i wouldnt have laughed at you. If you were in my place right now just think of what youd do. The class was eerily quiet and the tears started coming anew. From students in the class room and then they suddenly heard a boom. Slamming the door and taking off ,he turned and ran in pain.thoughts of suicide running amock, Filling up his brain. climbing up the latter , slipping in the rain. the night was cold and foggy his tears could not remain. for what he thought of next, a smile crossed his face. His heart relentlessly beating along with such haste. Falling into darkness....quite a tragic scene. James the young boy took his chance falling like in dreams... rumors started spreading, of where he went that day. noone ever came close but it seems they all remembered what he had to say...