Santana's Final Hour

Santana's Final Hour

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My best friend died two weeks before school started up again. She wasn't just my best friend though, she was my sister, my human diary, my advisor, my light, my world, my everything. She gave me the most amazing 16 years and the memories I'll cherish for a life time. Her name is Santana, and she was the most beautiful, caring, sweetest girl I'll ever meet. And I got the pleasure of calling her my best friend. Trust me this story will be sad, but I don't want to focus on the death of Santana, but rather the life she had and the amazing last summer we spent together.
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A mother who once tried to kill me. A sister who always found wrongs in me. A childhood friend who insulted me every time she talked to me. Classmates who accused me for everything that happened me. The teachers who didn't believe me. I wondered why. Ever since childhood, was there ever a time when someone ever protected me? The way everyone looked at me, I could feel daggers within the stares. I already knew this but it still hurt a lot. After all, I was hated by everyone I knew....or so I thought.

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