Chapter 43

“So, Casey and I wrote that song about this girl we’d gone to school with who killed herself a few years after graduation. She was a beauty queen, prom queen, homecoming queen—all the queens. She was on student council, super popular, and actually really nice about it. She was never pretentious or snobby to anybody.”

“She sounds great.”

I nodded thoughtfully. “She really was. I remember one time she was having a hard time opening her locker, and I was walking by. She asked me to help, and I totally tried, but it didn’t work. She ended up being able to open it herself, and I felt all embarrassed. But she just laughed and said I’d warmed it up for her.”

“Wow. So, what happened?”

“She was in college when she did it. Her friends thought everything was fine, her family too. But she left a note talking about all the struggles she was facing, the expectations she was being held to by herself, and the general feeling it was all too much.”