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As My Heart Starts to Hurt
As my heart starts to hurt
April 4, 2003: It always rains down when a soul fly’s up. That is a line taken from a poem my cousin wrote on that terrible day. It seems to sum up death very well. Why is it always raining when there is a funeral? Is it God’s way of mourning, or just a coincidence that happens too many times? I remember that day like it was yesterday. That Friday’s events and the days following hit me like a brick every time I walk into my English class, reminding me of my biggest lose.
A pink hall pass comes to me while in English. I’m thinking that it is just another one of those times when a teacher accidentally marks a student absent, and the student just needs to correct it. Little did I know that the note said my parents were coming to get me because of an emergency and that I had to wait outside for them. Minu...
As my heart starts to hurt
April 4, 2003: It always rains down when a soul fly’s up. That is a line taken from a poem my cousin wrote on that terrible day. It seems to sum up death very well. Why is it always raining when there is a funeral? Is it God’s way of mourning, or just a coincidence that happens too many times? I remember that day like it was yesterday. That Friday’s events and the days following hit me like a brick every time I walk into my English class, reminding me of my biggest lose.
A pink hall pass comes to me while in English. I’m thinking that it is just another one of those times when a teacher accidentally marks a student absent, and the student just needs to correct it. Little did I know that the note said my parents were coming to get me because of an emergency and that I had to wait outside for them. Minu...
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