Bad Days Backing Up

"Mom NO!" I said. If you can't tell, I so did not want to move away. "All my friends are here!", I whined.

So to catch everyone up, I am 7 years old. And I have a lot of friends at Fountain Head Primary School. There's Victoria, Chase, Kristan, and Nikki and my VERY best friend Kennedy.They were my best friends, and I thought I would die if I moved away. I had been at that school since Kindergarten, and early Pre-K. I actually went to school with my cousin Isaac. I actually miss that part of my life when I look back on it.

"We're leaving, and that's that!" mom yelled as loud as she could. I swear, she was yelling cause she thought it was fun. " It's not fair!" I yelled back twice as loud. So.....We left and I didn't even get a chance to say Good Bye to my friends. We moved to Fort Ashby, WV. And I was miserable. I didn't know anyone or where anything was. I didn't go back to school and I lost touch with my old friends. Kennedy was the only person I had an issue with leaving behind. She and I were attached at the hip. We had sleepovers every weekend, and we always had secrets to share with one another. She went to a different school, and I didn't get to give her a warning before we left. We weren't coming back. And I cried because I was in a new place, and no clue where to start over.

But my thoughts stopped a couple years later.

I was at the Cumberland Memorial Hospital to visit my grandma who was sick and dying. She had been in there for along time and I had already been getting myself ready for the worst. But as I was search for Grandmas room, I ran into a EMT. He stopped me from falling over, and smiled at me. I said hi and thank you. And he smiled, and asked d me if I was looking for someone. I said I was looking for room 301 and he pointed me in the right direction. He walked with me and asked me what my name was. "Allie" I said. He smiled and started to tear up a little. He asked me if I knew anyone named Kennedy. I said yeah but it was a long time ago. He started to actually cry. I was SO confused and worried about this guy. But his crying stopped for a few seconds as he said, "We tried to call your mom and dad, but there was no answer. We asked the neighbors if they had seen you and they said no as well." I said "Do I know you?". And he said, "I'm Kennedy's dad. And I'm sorry to tell you this after so long." I asked "What?". He said, "I'm sorry, but Kennedy passed away after a car accident two years ago." By this point I was crying and so was he. I ran away and I haven't seen him since. I had heard his wife and he have a baby girl to be born last year. It's been a long time since I heard anything from them. They were devastated with the loss of Kennedy. I know I was. I cried and cried, trying to cover the pain never worked. The pain in my heart was unbelievable. I prayed it wasn't true, but the newspaper neglected my prayers. Her picture was pretty. It was a cut up of her and I at one of our sleepovers. I recognized her Pjs. We had a matching set. I guess it goes to prove. No matter how much you wish something wasn't true, it usually is.

I love you Kennedy, and I miss you girlie! xxxx
Love Allie