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Eric re-read Bri's letter over and over. "It can't be true," he thought to himself. Eric layed down on his bed and stared at a picture of him and Bri on his nightstand. The pic was taken at homecoming last year, when him and Bri had been juniors. She was wearing a pink dress, lined in black, and he thought back to how beautiful she had looked. She looked so happy in that picture. Now she was laying in a hospital bed somewhere, and might not ever wake up. And even though her letter had said it wasn't his fault, Eric still felt guilt. "I shouldv'e told her that I loved her when I had the chance. Now I may never get too." He said aloud to himself, as he drifted off to sleep.

 "Eric, wake up! You are late to school!" Eric's mother screamed from down the stairs. Eric opened his eyes, flinching from the bright light coming through the window. He glanced over at his clock. "Shit," he said. It was already after eight, and school started at seven forty-five. He jumped up and threw on some old jeans and a band t-shirt he found laying under his desk chair. Today he didn't care what he looked like. He really didn't care about anything right now. Except Bri.

By the time Eric got to school, it was already second period. By now the news of Bri's accident was all over school. Eric got to government class and went up to the teacher's desk. "Sorry I'm late..." Eric started, but got cut off. "It's ok Eric. I know what happened," Mrs. Gertrude said. Shocked, Eric walked to his desk. Mrs. Gertrude was probably the meanest teacher in the school. Eric sat in his desk and listened to Mrs. Gertrude teach the class something about the Senate, but he found his mind thoughts drifting off to Bri.