I received a heartwarming welcome from almost everyone in the class when I returned to school after being discharged from the hospital. It wasn't that long ago I came to class to find nasty words carved on my desk, but this time what I found were little gifts and get-well cards that my classmates left on my desk.
I have never felt so welcomed and received good wishes from so many people that it almost brought tears to my eyes, but my heart turned cold when I thought that for the me from before, there would have been no flowers of mourning had I died. The same people who were so nice to me now were the same people who thought that my seat, after I left, was an unlucky seat where a low-life creep used to sit. I was someone best to be avoided alive or dead.
