About two years ago when I was a sophomore in high school, I had a paper route. I would walk four miles each day but Sunday and wake up at 4:00 AM to go out and deliver. One day right after school, I was walking home from finishing my route. It was the day before Thanksgiving, the same night the first of 3 suicides and later one bone cancer loss took place. As I was walking in the cold, a red truck full of guys I didn't know slowed down next to me and decided to start throwing waterballoons at me. After I was soaked, they turned left at the corner we were on and parked across the street from me. They knew I was on the verge of crying, so they yelled "fat cunt" at me and drove away. When they were gone, I burst into tears and walked the rest of the way home. They went around the block to get s good look at their achievement and drove off. I wanted to kill myself because I'd had enough for one lifetime, but now I'm glad I'm still here. Thanks for reading.