About the way we romanticize dying young. I never knew anyone who disappeared. The Catholic boys were a couple kids that went to the other high school in Milton who died when we were in grade 12 (05/25/08). I didn't know them well (in fact I thought one of them was an asshole). They were just the kids who died in our town, so I think about them sometimes. Named for a character from My So-Called Life episode 9, "Halloween".
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Train station pictures of the kids gone missing, did you see their faces or just read the descriptions? Are they wearing the same clothes, would they even still fit them? Some kids have been gone since 1996, if you saw them now would there be any recognition? Our faces change in ways we can't predict. Those kids are dead, why won't their parents just admit it? I remember when those Catholic boys crashed that night; I couldn't help but think of a beautiful youth, crystallized. White crosses mark the spot they died, but nowhere to show where they truly felt alive. Just another couple dead kids.