Last week, I took the 15 Bus from Uphams Corner to Dudley Square. A girl that got on behind me started talking to her friend, maybe 15 or 16, already sitting in the back and going through a bunch of papers.
"I'm just studying for the MCAS. I have to take that and I'm like freaking out right now."
"Yeah, that's hard ain't it?"
"Yo, did you hear about ?"
"Yeah, that's crazy. I heard he was ejected out of the car during the accident."
"Yeah, although they were saying he was talking to his friend after the accident so I don't know how that could be based on what happened."
"Yeah. Do you think they are going to have an open casket? I heard they weren't going to. One of my friends that I know got kidnapped was tortured and they had a closed casket. So I don't know. But then you know  who got shot in the head and they had an open casket at his funeral so I don't even know how they do that."
"Wow, that's so crazy. I don't even know. I can't believe . She just had her first baby and now her man's gone. Crazy. I don't even what she's going to do."
"Yeah, I don't know," she said softly. After a few moments, she tucked her MCAS papers into her bookbag, said goodbye, and walked off down Dudley Street.