The Chosen One

"Self Pity: Hate it but it keeps me going. I suppose it has its moments."

You shall lose many things, but the lesson you take out of the loss is what prevents the loss from happen again

-The Legends-

My voice has always been authoritive, persuasive, it makes the listener obey my every command, a bit of an exaggeration but it gets the point across. For example, one time in the 9th grade, my best friend Avery was planning to ditch school and go to a party with a bunch of seniors, but I talk her out of it. Good thing too, they got busted by one of the neighbors. Avery had always been the popular one. With her chestnut brown curly hair and curves, she almost had to be. But despite that we had always been friends even as her "Popular friends" called me nerdy and weird. She even stuck up for me, which was a big no-no in the high school community. When I asked her why she would risk, what I referred to back then as High School immortality, she would say "Popularity may last a century but our friendship will last an eternity." And that became our little saying.

But that all stopped, the sleepovers, the secrets, and the whispered conversations on the phone at midnight. Everything was put to a standstill for in the 10th grade on August the 28th I was double dipped in the cold hard truth.

I remember the day better than most despite the fact that I was out sick. My best friend was invited to a part with a group of seniors. I couldn't convince her not to go and that day was one no one will forget. Avery somehow was convinced to go to an all senior party, but their driver was drunk; a jock named Tom and when he got out of the hospital I nearly put him back in.

On the way there they had an accident. Tom had curved off the road and hit a electricity pole. Somehow the gas tank was punctured and the sparks from the wires set off a reaction. She didn't make it out before the explosion. I was devastated. I didn't go to her funeral and I regret that more than anything else. But how could I have gone? I blamed myself for the longest time and I still do if only a little bit, because no matter what they say one thing's true; if anyone could have convinced her not to go it would have been me, but I wasn't there and a someone lost their sister, their daughter, their friend.

I didn't want to go through that again and maybe that's why I've never made friend as good as her since which may be strange considered strange to some for it's been 2 years. But I think it's a fitting punishment.