The Night We Killed Kyle: Heartbreak Edition

found out he was a no-good, lying

edroom carpet like a collapsed Jenga tower

rawed Capri Sun, but Mei swatt

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ng on top of her peach JanSport backpack-suede bott

night black. The perf

n the room. Matching the fu

end, bawling her e

book

ately for his parents, the only expe

ring-his signature flip. Globs of gel plastered into auburn stra

-if you ignored the fumes strong enough to evacuate a smal

-Out, which he passed around like contraband. He'd snicker with his boys as t

emic laziness. He'd scribble formulas on the side of his Chuck Taylors, then, w

making his mo

the artist of our class, and the girl who could belt out every Avril

ine, an

fered a twinge of jealousy when Mei returned with

f they wer

math class, to remind every other girl

set. The metal band was thin, already a little tarnished, lea

-but mostly, it just turned black when you were col

l dying to

nding. "There's onl

d on a so

oice. "We have

e reached for her Gelly

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ei, he gave anothe

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it to Bri

els finally turning. Her e

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relics of middle school survival rained down-mechanical pencils, a spiral notebook covered in doodl

w it. The

kpiled-notes, tiny folded-up pieces of lined notebook paper,

it, bracing

eks. I glanced at my pastel pink Baby-G watch, it's chunky silicon band snug around my wrist.

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had some amazing conv