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he silence in the classroom was deafening. If I dropped a pin it would shatter my eardrums. I heard a sniff and my English teacher Ms Horan rose from her seat. With a catch in her voice she said, “Thank you Jessie. You may take your seat now.” I did. Ms Horan used her hand kerchief to wipe her nose and continued, “Tomorrow we’ll hear the reflective pieces from the remaining students. Jessie please remember to leave a copy of your work so that I can be graded.” With that, the bell rang and I stood to leave. A number of my classmates came up to me to comment on my story. “I didn’t know she was that sick”, said Zavinya Malik. “I don’t really remember her.” Claire Rose remarked. “Who could miss that red hair?” Tom Maury comments. I simply shook my head made a few commentaries and made my way to the parking lot where I knew my mom would be waiting. I got in the car and just like all the other days she started by saying, “How was it today kiddo?” Except today it was warranted. It had been a year exactly since I last saw my best friend. Every day got a bit easier but the scars where still raw. She had made such an impact on my life in the short time that I had known her. She would have been brilliant had she been granted the chance to try. I knew she wouldn’t have wanted me to mope around. “No use crying over spilt milk.” She’d have commented. So everyday, I get up and I try to make each day better than the last one. She would have wanted that.
I said this to my mom and she leaned over to kiss my forehead. She stared at me for a while as if to say she’s glad I’m hear. “Me too mom”, I said with a smile. And with that she started the car and we belted out How To Save A Life by The Fray
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Charlie
Teen FictionIt is now the middle of September, and I just transferred to a new school. I moved from London to America because my father’s boss had changed the branch that he worked. My mom didn’t mind because she is always traveling. To be honest I was happy to...
