Nevaeh Mendoza had always kinda wondered how her school would react to someone from the school dying. Would there be a memorial? Would people put pictures on the person's locker? How would people react?

But she never thought it would actually happen. However, last week, over the loud speaker, it was announced that Satsujin Gisei-sha was found dead. The cause? Suicide. It seemed that Nevaeh's sick wonderings could be put to rest.

However, the cause of death baffled the girl. Suicide? Satsujin? It didn't seem like something the happy artist would do. But if it wasn't suicide, what else could it be? What kind of killer would leave their murdered victim hung from the ceiling? It was to inhumane. So, Nevaeh swept those thoughts aside. She found it much easier to accept Satsujin's suicide after disregarding her crazy conspirasies.

As was true to Nevaeh's nature, she observed people, searching for their reaction to the tradgedy. She'd always been curious, and as sick as it sounded, she wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

She wasn't dissapointed, she found the trend of reactions fairly quickly.

It was difficult to stomach how quickly people started putting on a 'holier than thou' persona. People who couldn't pronounce, much less spell her name were taking pictures infront of the table that was placed in the front hall. The table held a picture of her, the center piece, surrounded by stuffed animals, bouquets of flowers, unlit candles, cards with fake sympathy for the parents that would never recieve the cards. Almost all the pictures taken infront of the table, or her locker- which was equally as decorated, just with stickers and pictures -were posted online. All of the pictures which were posted held the hashtag 'never forget' somewhere. Some of them held paragraphs about how 'Satsuegen' would be missed, just attesting to how little they knew about her. Satsujin never crossed their minds after that. They held themselves highly and poorly tried to hide the fact they didn't care.

In a way, Nevaeh was glad to see people try to care about the lost girl. Remembering the nicest memory of her, even if they didn't have many memories of her. How she helped pick up their books that one time. Or, lending them a pencil during testing. Or letting them copy her homework for that one class they struggle in.

In another way, it made Nevaeh sick. She knew none of the people who said they care did. They wanted to build their image, and if pretending they cared about a girl who killed herself would do that, so be it. If posing as an angel worked, they'd pose as the purest angel ever. 

'People make me sick sometimes' Nevaeh thought as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.