Death of a Best Friend

It was In a sixth grade classroom with about twenty strangers, where I learned my best friend would non return to educate. The sun glaring through the window nearly blind me as I turned away from the class to hide my tears. set about away from the quiet room, still knew alwaysyones eyes were fixed on the teacher as they waited on her to say some amour else. After session in whitewash for w eyelid seemed like for of all time, the class turned their attention to the school guidance counselor frantically rushing Into the room.I kept my position toward the window until she hurried oer to my desk and told me my parents were there to check me out of school. It was the most unusual feeling I had ever felt. I had been to a few funerals ahead and I had yet lost both of my grandparents, but losing Alison was different it was unlike anything I had ever experient. It seemed so unreal because Just the day before I was sitting in the same seat talking to her. How strange it is that someon e butt joint be so full of life, but in Just a perfectly moment God can take them away.In that one short moment I lost so much. I lost the mortal I could confide In, the first person I told my secrets to, and the one I could be my complete self around. Friends like Alison do non add up along everyday. On high-minded 16th, 2006, only the third day at my new school, I found out how strange death is. though some may not understand because they have never experienced it, the death of a best friend is easily the most galled feeling it is an experience full of mixed emotions and countless life ever-changing realizations.On that third morning of school, our teacher, Ms. Andy, calmly announced to the class that Alison was in a wreck on the way to school. The only thing I could mobilise about was how mad I had been at my parents for not allowing me to ride to school with Alison and her brother. The entire school, which could not have been more than here hundred race, met In the gym to pray. Mr.. Skipper, our headmaster, prayed into the microphone, but while he spoke I did not listen I prayed a special prayer of my own. After Mr..Skipper verbalize Amen, he proceeded to tell us Alison had to be flown to Birmingham. I knew that meant she was seriously Injured. Then, the bell rang and silently walked to break with some girls Alison Introduced me to. While I sat at the table attempting to eat my breakfast, I could not help noticing the teachers crying. With hope that they were not crying about Alison, I walked nervously to the classroom later on the back bell rang. I slowly returned to my seat, where I would soon learn that when Allison eggbeater reached the hospital. He was pronounced dead. Seven years ago on August 16th, my life was forever changed. Alison was the type of person that had that effect on people she made an impact on so many peoples lives even before her death. She began to influence my life the day I met her in pre-school and has continued to work on me after that atrocious day. Alison taught me so much, but the most precious thing being what a true friend is. Alison was the type of friend hat told me what I needed to know regardless of whether I wanted to escort it or not.She was someone who never got on my nerves even after being together for days. She was the first person I would go to when I made plans, needed someone to talk to, or needed to be cheered up. Alison not only showed me what to look for In a friend, but she in addition taught me how to be a good friend. Soon after she died, her death 1 OFF away from Him, but when I miss Alison I pray. On earth and in Heaven, Alison has brought me closer to God. Losing her was the hardest thing I have ever done, but it made the most important difference in my life.