Leading up to my first days of 9th grade I’d recently gotten out of juvenile and my custody was switched to my mother instead of my father. She lived in a very upscale neighborhood in Dallas so my first days of hs were spent around a bunch of rich snobby kids I didn’t relate to at all. Mind you I was 1 of 8 colored kids there. After hours of not talking to anyone this boy named Mason walks up to me. Immediately we became best friends, his family invited me for dinner, taken me to their “summer house” basically we became very close very fast. In the middle of 10th grade we get into this huge fight. After a few months of not talking, this girl hits me up on FB. She starts telling me he’s messaging her that he’s depressed, has no friends, and that people were threatening him. So I decided to be the bigger person and let him know I’m still here for him and won’t let anything bad happen to him. We start catching up and he expresses to me he really wants to hangout. My cousins party was the next day so I invited him out. The next morning I’m late and rushing, my parents yelling at me to hurry, I forgot to ask to pick up Mason. A few hours later I get a call he had overdosed.. I always blame myself, if I had just remember to pick him up.. I thank god I got to make amends with my brother though..