At school, 3 days before summer.
–
Hey did you hear? Some junior at RLHS committed suicide last night. Her name was Emma.
–
(Me) Do you know her last name?
–
No.
–
(Me) Okay.
I take my Spanish final.
My mom picks me up at school.
I go home.
–
(Me) Hey Mom. Did you hear a junior at RLHS committed suicide last night?
–
Oh my God. No.
–
(Me) Her name was Emma.
–
Do you know why?
–
(Me) No. I just heard about it at school. Its sad to. Its almost summer… Maybe it was this weather. It doesn’t feel like summer.
I log onto facebook.
Who is this Emma?
I run downstairs to where my mother is working in the basement.
–
(Me) Mom. Mom!
–
What?
–
I knew her! I knew her! She was my friend!
–
Its okay. Shhh.
We embrace.
I cry.
I wonder about why this could’ve happened.
I remember all the goods times we’ve shared.
I cry more.
R.I.P. Emma. I will always remember you. <3