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Watching other kids, especially best friends laugh together is so sad for me. I know mostly everything about everyone in this school. There is Bob and Fred playing on the pavement with chalk. I can feel the chalk dust in the air, which made me sneeze and cry at the same time. Bob and Fred had been best friends since kindergarten. Over there is Lisa playing hopscotch with her best friend Jean. I don’t have a best friend and I can’t play either. Hi, my name is Alexandra Jonathan, and this is my story. I remembered everything so well, it happened just two years ago.
“Catch up with me!” Susan said. Susan and I were best friends since we were 3. We are neighbours and our teachers always put us in the same class. We were racing to the bakery, in which Susan’s mom worked in. The bakery was just like any old bakery, and Susan lived on the top floor. Her bedroom was a mess! If you were in there, you wouldn’t be able to open the door or even see the floor. Susan thinks that’s fine and dandy, but I just can’t stand it. So I usually just stay in the bakery or living room. “I can never catch up with you!” I said. I was so tired that when I got in the bakery, I didn’t even notice the sweet smell of cake. “That cake smells delicious mom!” Susan had said, and that was when I noticed the most amazing cake. We are now in the tenth grade, and Susan is turning sixteen tomorrow. Susan is going to have the most incredible party. First, we’ll all go to Wonderland and just party! Then, we come back to her house and eat cake and do all the traditional party stuff. I am so looking forward to the party, because afterwards all of our friends are going to a nightclub.
“Don’t worry,” Susan had told me, “The adults won’t know about it, I told them that we are having a sleepover at my house.”
“But, what about your parents?”
“I just told them that we were all going to Mel’s for a sleep over.” Oh yeah, and my second best friend is Melanie, who was sixteen a long time before Susan, so she’s driving us there.
That night started wonderfully. The only thing that was bad was that Melanie couldn’t get a better car than a beetle, can you believe that a beetle! So, all of us had to squish in the tiny car. First, Melanie drove us to the club, in which had mostly young adults, teens, and drunks. The club was like the coolest, except the smell. The club had a bar, a dance floor, but you wouldn’t believe the noise or the smell. The club was so loud in music that if someone was killed and screamed at the top of their lungs, it wouldn’t have been much of a difference in noise volume. The smell was as bad as the club was loud. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol. When it was getting late, there were people drinking, fighting, arguing everywhere, and I mean it was not a pretty site when we left. We all had to squish in the car again, and it was a very tight fit. When we left the club, like most of us, Melanie was pretty drunk, but we knew that we could have got home safely. But we were wrong.
We should have known better than getting in a car with a drunk driver. We should have known better than even to go to that club and lie to our parents. The next thing that I remembered after Melanie made that turn was that my parents were in front of me crying. The doctors told me that both of my legs were severely damaged and I wouldn’t be able to run again. They also told me that Melanie, me, and the others were lucky to survive, but Susan, who was sitting in the passenger seat died on the spot, because the car crashed on the side. I was so devastated to lose my best friend that I started working in libraries and other places to tell kids about my story and about my life.
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