I could feel the rejection from halfway across the room, hear the laughter, and just knew they were talking about me. I tried to ignore it, but the tears threatened, exusing myself to go to the toilet I desperately fought for control. The tears overflowed, it was like a tap was turned on. I had absolutely no control over them, they just ran down, racing each other to my chin, when I was finished I walked off to my अगला class.

On my way over, Mr Mofti saw me, कहा hi and asked how I was. I replied, saying I was fine, he almost looked like he was going to walk away, but, then he asked if I really was ok. I saw real concern in his eyes, I panicked though and so i said, "yea, I'm fine."

The laughter steadily got louder, but, I was still फ्रेंड्स with Amber and Lily, but for how long? Then Amber said, "you look depressed." I don't think she expected a response, "haven't आप heard the rumours? I get laughed at every day, what do आप expect? I have hardly any फ्रेंड्स and noone cares!" I started crying and headed to the bathroom, to cut myself some more. Then I decided to commit suicide, I cut myself fairly deep, unlocked my cubicle door and leaned against the wall.

Mr Mofti
20 मिनटों had passed since I'd last walked past Quinn and I couldn't see her. I asked Amber where she had gone, she कहा Quinn had been in the bathroom for the past 20 mintues. I asked her to go in there and see if there was anyone in there, she screamed, and I ran in, I saw Quinn lying in a pool of her own blood. Scooping her into my arms I came out, taking off my चोटी, शीर्ष I stemmed the cuts on her left arm. Noticing Amber I asked her, first if she had a singlet on underneath, when she कहा yes I asked her to take off her चोटी, शीर्ष and use it to stem the other arm. When that was done, I yelled for help, Greg, Patrick and Rose came running, I asked Rose to call an ambulance, Pat to get a blood transfusion kit and Greg to take over Amber.

When the रोगी वाहन, एम्बुलेंस arrived Rose was पढ़ना the suicide note labeled 'What would happen...' Pat was still transfusing and Greg and I were still stemming. She was दिया some antidepressants, the doctors thought if I hadn't got to at the time I had she might be dead. I week later she woke up.

Quinn
I was at deaths peaceful door when Moft got me, when I woke up, there were wires in me and there were sounds of snoring. I felt the heaviness of bandages, and braced myself for when they woke. The door opened and I saw Veronica enter, "I was still your friend, I still care," she gestured to my 'guards' "they care, we would have listened, I can listen now." So I told her everything that had happened, द्वारा the time I was finished my 'guards' had woken up. Sighing, I prepared for the worst, but all they did was give me a new copy of my 'What would happen..." with जवाब they wrote after each question. The doctor walked in, and I was discharged, we were just leaving when my mum was rushed to recess. I followed her and saw as doctors tried to save her but failed. I screamed and ducked the clutches of Mr Mofti and Mr Haffa, I raced out to the carpark. I didn't even feel the impact of the car, hear the scream of breaks या see Moft and Haff fighting to get to me.

Mr Mofti
We raced out just in time to see the crash, द्वारा the time the car stopped, doctors had reached Quinn, they felt for a pulse, and started CPR, but they shook their heads. Tears poured down my face, and my knees gave out, I lay there in a awkward heap, sobbing, Rose got there and comforted me. She drove us back to school where we called a special assembly after lunch, I prepared a speech and organized the slideshow for Quinns memorial.

At the memorial I stood up and spoke "Quinn was a hard working student, she fought for everyones rights before her own, she was vibriant," and I went on. Describing her, how I thought of her, even when tears were rolling down my face, when I was finished, there was not a dry eye.

Later on I went through her stuff and found stories, all completed, so in her memory I personally went to publishers and told her story. Then I helped her organize a funeral.

The दिन of the funeral was beautiful, we held it at the school, I was first up to speak about her and this is what I said:
"Quinn had a gift, that gift was to make others laugh, but, she had great values as well. She could whip up a great story anytime, but, the greatest thing about her was the size of her heart. She would always stand up for others before herself, she put others needs before her own, all the way to her death. The problem was she never realised that, when all this started, she had been crying. Because you, as a school, didn't respect her, so आप put her down, आप as a school rejected her. A महीना after that, she attempted to take her life, had it not been for me, she would have succeeded, she never liked telling her feelings, so she kept quiet, left her head down."

I didn't need to say anymore, it was in my voice, how much I cared, I read out the suicide note, I walked back to my सीट and sat heavily. I watched her pictures on the data projection, saw her happiness and smiled through the tears. I was the first up to see her, I couldn't help it, I broke down.

Later at my place, I couldn't handle it, after realisng most people from the funeral commited suicide, I did too, Quinn herself greeted me.