Today was the first full day of having to accept Fredrick's death. It was hard... but it's over. Last night, I didn't sleep at all. Kinda strange. But today everyone was super-nice, and that was a good change. Even though most of my friends are super nice. I talked to Mrs. Mendosa, and then like... four crisis manager peoples. I still have a hard time believing that he's dead...I had so much fun with him. I got some bad papercuts on my fingers though... it hurt like a mofo. Yup. Anyway, The next few days are going to be harder. I'll need lots of hugs. Waiting to find out when the memorial thingy is. I know he's getting buried in New Orleans.