It's hard to remember.

Two girls from my class died over the weekend. They were drunk and they tried to drive home and crashed. I've gone to school with one of them, Sierra, since kindergarten. I keep remembering this time in elementary school when she taught me how to draw horses in art class. Michele, the other, moved here later, but I had some class with her in middle school.. I can't even remember what it was, but I just remember I used to talk to her everyday in it. I barely even knew them outside having whatever classes with them, and maybe seeing them with people once or twice, but it just sucks. They were both so nice and they just didn't deserve to die so young. Today for most of our class I think there was just a tangible sadness. Most people probably knew them as much as I did, but we all grew up in the same classes and everything.

It sucks.