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[bodytext] => Learning history about the United States seemed invaluable Until the bell rang out before it was due Which shook a curiosity in me. Like cattle We were herded to gather The dean stood smiling In her fleece vest and overly long skirt. Her hair pulled tightly back With no pieces falling. I looked around, It was not only me that was confused. Two girls, both brunette, huddled together for warmth. My friends and I sat in content talking At first we contemplated a possible fire drill Another deadly catastrophic event. I heard murmurs of a fire In the hills that enclosed us. “Classes canceled??” we all quickly exchanged. But that smile On the dean’s face, was crocked.. The vice principal Who was balding and overtly round took a step forward Anticipation, anxiety, And suspense filled the air. It felt like eternity he stood there speechless, Short quick breathes came from his flushed mouth before the words broke through the threshold. “Liz has committed suicide” Silence. Complete silence. A gasp So powerful emerged. from this small girl with hair too dark for her eyes. Her best friend… Her body trying to take control to manage one phrase “How could you?” a whisper so faint it sounded like a breath I watched a community crumble. Tears pooled in people eyes. Others with their face in their hands Many jaws so wide they could have been broken. But not me. The shock took over. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move I had laughed with this girl. Admired and looked up to her, She was gone forever. Why wasn’t I crying? My best friend and I had been in a fight about a rumor. Our eyes met and the tears came. We ran to each other and embraced. At the same time we both whispered “im sorry.” So juvenile those fights were. Classes were canceled, and campus was quiet. As I walked, everyone looked down. The reality of death hit me. Forever now had meaning. The school shut down for three days. The next day, A mother without a daughter Receives a package with a prom dress. With no daughter to fill it “She wasn’t thinking.” Her mother cries. My life continues without her. No longer will her endless flowing black hair Or her smile, which had the ability to stop a heart, Be apart of the community. I search for answers but find nothing. I wish I knew What was going through her head. Earlier in the week we laughed We joked on the volleyball court. Her and I weren’t best friends. But in a community so small Everyone knows everything about everyone. I don’t want her to just be another memory, She will stay alive in all of our hearts. The cloud of sorrow will soon clear. Everyone means something. One person can tear a community Apart into shambles. One selfish act, 179 lives changed I will never forget you. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 36 [informant] => justagirl447 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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