She wasn't a bad girl. She always did her work, her chores, homework, she loved everyone. She was such a sweetheart, then she got to high school and became friends with this group of kids. I told her time after time "Caven their bad and not good for her", but she never listened and always said "Moma it's ok I can handle myself". So I said ok, I let it go. I remember the day I got the call that she was killed, I thought the world was spinning and this was a terrible nightmare. Her death is still a mystery to everyone, neither of her friends came back to tell the tale of that night. I remember at a young age this saying she used to always say, "Those who are a mystery are those who will be remembered when their gone"