Thompson, I know this is off the subject, but yesterday you said we used to have two school systems around here. That right?"The teacher nodded. "Uh h...h. For about a hundred years." How come I never heard of that?" The young black man looked offended or neglected or something of the sort. It was, the teacher thought, unusual for him, a boy who was studiously neutral, uninvolved, cool."How long's your family lived in the county?" Five or six years. We're from Ohio." That's why. You've got to. And does this mean I have to stop writing a diary? Or does it mean I should be writing more? I know it’s just a number, but something feels kind of special about it. ThirTEEN.She scrolls through, feeling a pang from the echoes of the girl she used to be.Dad is the best. Went to the pool and he let me go hang out with friends even though it was supposed to be a daddy daughter date. He gets it. Tammy and Marisa were there and Bobby was buzzing around her like fly. God he’s SOOOO in love w/Mari. Just my luck. Adonis brought me down to earth with, “excuse me, have you got any candles?” Candles! Of course. What a prat!!!! Rummaging about in the cupboard I got out some candles. “And how about lighting the fire? Seems like you were going to do just that.” Fifteen minutes later, the fire was roaring, the living room dimly and romantically lit with candles, he just sat back and continued his litany on life insurance, benefits and bla bla. Honestly, that is all I understood bla bla bla bla.. There was a loud noise and the engine stopped instantly. A gust of wind drove us into the cliff face, but we were on the way down almost instantly. Mayberry is a damn good pilot. This should not go against his record. I'm sure forensics will..." The helicopter fell right on top of the Daisy Bell. Between the aviation gas, the hydrogen, and the oxygen to increase the temperature of the fire tenfold, there is little left of the helicopter. What is left is a mangled and melted mess. You might as.