actually the family friend dying was the most messed up part. He died around 5:30 in the AM, so his son, who was a year older than me, was not at school. Teachers were informed, and since it is kind of a small town, any child grieving was assumed to be a family friend. (Which our families were friends, I was not told yet that he had died) I went to school crying about Bob the Hampster, though most people had no idea why I was so upset. So at school, my Teacher, who was on his 2nd year of teaching, decided to comfort me by sitting down with me and letting me know that the family friend was in a better place. At this my eyes got really big and I started crying harder. He was thankful it was a half day and that evening, when my mom went in for parent teacher conferences, he told mom he was sorry because of the way I acted at school, he must have been a close family friend... my mom was ready to hit him. She explained to him that before school I had no idea the family friend had died, mom didn't even know until about an hour after school started that morning and that I was crying about my hampster and that the way he told me about a friend dying was not the most tactful.
BTW: the hampster murder isn't as messed up as you might think it is. Bob was killed by the dog. Bob was named after a friend of my sisters, Bob Lester, because it was a pervert and ran around with it's nose up the other Hampster's butt. I only said Bob's whole name because he's a local celeberty and some people on the forum might actually know who I'm talking about, making the hampster's name sake funnier.
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