“People stare at her desk every day. But today, for me, is profoundly different than yesterday. So I’ll take my time at my locker…and in the restroom…or wandering through the halls.”
At this point Clay had just finished listening to the last tape. As it turns out, he wasn’t even on it at all. The very last story was the most disturbing. The night before she died she was taking a walk around the block and was sidetracked by some classmates in a hot tub. She got in the hot tub with them and was taken advantage of by a complete slime-ball. That was the night she let her reputation catch up with her. But she didn’t care because while the boy was using her, she was using him to let go of herself. Though Clay was relieved that he wasn’t the last person to be talked about on the tapes, it was a sort of bittersweet moment. He found out the reason why she killed herself. So the next day when he went into class he just stared at Hannah Baker’s desk. It was different for him that morning. Looking at her desk didn’t make him feel so sick to his stomach. But as any other normal person with feeling s, he couldn’t make eye contact or even stand to be around the boy that took advantage of Hannah the last night she was alive.
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