Teen Editorial

I hardly ever saw her after I left Fallbrook High. We had PE together, but I didn’t know her then. Later, though, at a party, I got high with her for my first and only time. As I rolled around on the ground laughing hysterically about the milk I was having extreme difficulty pouring into my bowl of cereal, she stood over me and said, “Looks like somebody’s got the laughies!” That was the last time I saw her alive.

I took two of my friends to her tree. We stood and looked at the flowers, the CDs, the letters and the sunglasses that were scattered around the tree and hanging from the branches. I...