They announced it on Monday,

In our school's overcrowded dehumanizing hall,

That a girl I had English with,

Wasn't coming back at all,

You could hear the murmurings of questions,

She had a perfect life didn't she?

What demons could she possibly be fighting. 

I sat in English that Monday,

Beside her now abbandoned seat ,

While our teacher warned us to not fail,

Our upcoming quiz,

I remember she once told me,

That she was jealous of me,

My parents were aware of the amount of effort it took,

Just to get a simple 'B',

I wish I'd noticed earlier,

Or was decent enough to ask,

Because her world must have been crashing around her,

Behind the mask of a 'perfect student',

And I wonder what her last thought was on Sunday,

Was it that the only A+ she could give,

Was the blood type in her veins.