The Story of Paisley Foster

Today

The principal asked me to speak at the memorial at school, since everyone knew we were best friends, there was no argument about that fact. "Keep it positive," I was told. Keep what positive? My best friend and this school's best student killed herself and nobody even dared look at the signs? The messages she was obviously sending out for help?

Not like she was gonna listen though. She never liked help. Nonetheless I spoke my mind at the memorial. Words flurried through my head as I spoke, people's jaws dropped because of what I said

"Paisley is dead, I've been told "I'm so sorry" but are you really? You didn't do anything, all you saw was this happy girl with perfect hair and clothes and a personality that shined brighter then any one of your fake white teeth will ever be. Paisley didn't die a year ago, she died five years ago with the abuse got bad, and not one of you high schoolers has beens even noticed! Not.One" My voice boomed and everyone sat there silent.

"I tried to reach out and report it or do something, ANYTHING. But Paisley was convinced that it was fine, she'd make it through. Paisley was the lead in every play we've ever been in. Because she was a fantastic actress. She fooled everyone in this school. So don't come up to me saying you're sorry because You're not. Not that she's dead, if you're sorry it's because of the fact you didn't reach out. That's why you should be sorry."

The principal had recovered and started to walk towards me but I wasn't done. "So Saturday, 8pm get to Paisley's, if you're truly upset she's dead. We're going to show her just how much we care and how sorry we really are" Applause thundered throughout the building, people were sobbing while they clapped but it didn't matter, I just walked out of the gym and went all the way home.