I didn't go to school the following week because I was waiting for it, and because I was still very sick. And it came. Mom came into my room, hugging me and trying not to cry.
"Be calm, darling. You really need to be, there's something I need to tell you" She helped me sit up. Mom was already on her eighth month running. The pregnancy I mean. Cameron was still not back.
"What is it mom?"
"Your friend, ...your friend, Joe..." She stuttered, trying to look all right.
"Joe is dead?"I asked carefully. She nodded slowly, unable to process everything. Now the tears ran down her face freely.
"How did you hear it?" I asked. Mom was surprised to find me calm.
"Someone told me this morning. I went there to confirm it, you were still asleep when I left...I ..." She broke down in tears and i just watched