I don't want to be here right now, I feel misplaced. The teacher talks and my head is in another place. I just keep thinking about her, lying down on the bed with all the machines man could invent connected to her to keep her alive. Why don't they let her go? She is suffering with all the machines around her. It looks like she was the best thing in the world and a lot of things around her suffocating her. Then I ask myself, why does it have to happen to a 14 year old girl, and why does she has to be my best friend and make me suffer so much knowing her condition: knowing that there is nothing to do with this heart disease. Suddenly two cold tears went down from my eyes and on to my cheeks. Ms. Miller looked at me and told me I could be excused to go to the bathroom to wipe my tears.
Now in the bathroom I look in the mirror and I see her face: long blond hair in a ponytail and blue eyes that seemed like the sky trapped in them. I can't stop thinking why does it have to happen to her? My eyes are covered with tears, then old Ms. Miller entered the bathroom, "Mandy are you ok?" I couldn't answer anything to her. I was in a sea of tears; she hugged me and took me to the office. I felt something that told me to call to the hospital to see how Jenny was doing. I called; her mother answered the phone. Her voice was just like someone who had been stabbed 100 times and is giving her last sigh. I didn't understand anything that she said to me, the only thing I know is that my heart stopped and my breathing did to for a moment. I threw the phone and sat down to cry, I knew that she had left and will never ever come back, she now rests in our memory.
I went running to the door and then some way I was in the hospital. I got the elevator and pushed the number of the room. It seemed like it was the never-ending elevator. When I reached eleventh floor I saw everyone hugging and crying. Then I saw Jenny's mother come out of the room and behind her the hospital's bed with a body covered with a white blanket. I saw Austin, Jenny's brother, he came towards me and hugged me and we both burst into tears.
Days passed, I remember those days, how they were filled with joy when Jenny was here with me. How we used to go to everything together en even though she had always known that she would die someday. She filled my day with laughter with her own laughter. How we used to go to parties and got pretty with our makeup all over our faces and very cool clothes. How every time something happened with the boy we liked we called each other immediately. I missed spending 4 hours on phone everyday, and every time having something to talk about. When we were usually talking and joking around, I am now laying on the bed looking at the roof, I miss her so much! Every day that passes by realize that everything always happens for a good reason. She died in an early age, but she's resting instead of suffering in the hospital. This feeling makes me feel so much better and I know that someday I will find someone like Jenny, but she is still in my memory and always will.
Michelle Haya
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