It all started on the night of the first football game 2 years ago, August 28th. The rumors and stories were going around fast. They finally came around to me, and with the tears in Rachel's eyes I knew something was seriously wrong. She then said with a choke, " He's gone.." I replied with, " Who Rachel?" "Adam, he's gone." In the moment of confusion and sadness I asked, " How?" I didn't want to know but I needed too. Adam was my Bestfriend I didn't know what to think. Rachel then told me, " He got hit by a car." Thinking about it then made me realize that he live down the road, but the road wasn't just any road it was a highway. I started to panic and freak out. My mind and thought were going ballistic. The thoughts of him dead and gone were making me go crazy. I didn't know if I should sit down and believe it or wait and ask his mom. My stubborn dumbass self decided to wait, so the thoughts were still progressing and going through my mind.
The game was shortly over, and the whole way home was quite. I asked my parents if they could please stop at his house and that it was urgent. They did not ask questions they just said yes. By the sounds of their "yes" I knew they heard about it.
We get to their house I jump out and run to the door. Adam's mom, Janice, opens the door. She stares for a minute with this look on her face and then hugs me. At this moment I knew for a fact that he was gone and never coming back. I had just lost my Bestfriend.
