When my wife came home I spoke to her about our son.
“His heads all messed up,” I said.
“He’s a teenager… They’re all a bit like that.” She replied.
“No. The police just called.. He’s shot himself in school.”
When my wife came home I spoke to her about our son.
“His heads all messed up,” I said.
“He’s a teenager… They’re all a bit like that.” She replied.
“No. The police just called.. He’s shot himself in school.”