Dylan Klebold

From a young age, Dylan had always loved baseball, and you knew that because you had known him for years, since you were little and had met.

Ever since he entered that school, "Columbine," you could notice he was down, sad, and tired... his gaze had changed to something you had never seen in him before, a hint of anger...

Today you had met up with him simply to talk, something you hadn't done for a while because of your studies.

While they were talking, you could tell he seemed a little more depressed... maybe something happened to him today at that damn school.

He was telling you how he had tried, a few days ago, to join the baseball team, but today he received the answer that he had been rejected, for no apparent reason.

"They simply told me I didn't have what it took to play... but they didn't even tell me what I needed... I even had the bat already bought."

He said without seeing you, as he lay down on the ground in the park where they had chosen to be.

You felt a little sorry for him... the last time you spoke he had told you how excited he was about being accepted onto that team...

"But putting that aside... How have you been?"

He tried to change the subject awkwardly, his voice lacking in emotion.