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I fell. That’s all there is to it. No murder, no drama, just me; and my very graceless feet.
I want you to know that I am not here anymore. Telling you this will save a lot of awkward conversations. I think it would be fairer for you. I died when I was 11, and my family has never forgiven me. I saw them from heaven; I watched them suffer for years now. I know they will never forgive me for being careless; and I can’t blame them.
I remember that day perfectly, for the beginning is like the end. When you are first drifting up you see yourself, and the dead look on your face. I was too shocked to do anything, I couldn’t believe it. When you can’t see yourself anymore you see that final moment, and then you piece it together. I fell, and now I am here to share my story.
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Sydney
BEEP BEEP BEEP! It was 5:45. I had a meeting, great. I launched myself out of bed and got ready. By the time I was outside the school it was 6:45. By the end of March, it was warming up so I told my mom I could just bike home. I also left my bike there yesterday, so it would be a good time to pick it up. I burst through the double doors and took my seat at the president’s table. You see, I, Sydney Devan, was the class president. We were having a meeting about the next school dance, and we couldn’t seem to think of a theme.
“Sydney! Great, you’re here. I was totally thinking of doing a mini-Prom theme! It would be so adorable. ‘Cause you know, were in 5th grade and then we can be mini-12th graders! So amazing! I think we should do that one, right?” That was my friend Kelly. She is really vocal and I appointed her as vice-president. Sure, she is really cute and bossy, but it wasn’t one of my best choices. She seems to think she has control of all us, and it’s starting to get on my nerves.
“Wow, Kelly, that’s a great idea but we have to take a vote on it.” Turning towards the whole room I announced, “Okay everyone. Let’s sit down and take a vote on it! Any recommendations?”
“Mini-Prom!” said a voice to my left, I didn’t even have to look; it was Kelly.
“I say under the sea.”
“Nature?”
“Keeping the world green!”
All around me people assented and disagreed about so many themes, and I wrote them all down on the whiteboard. In the end, we all agreed to vote on three different themes; Kelly’s mini-Prom, Steven’s 50’s sock hop, and my international day theme.
“Okay everyone, who thinks 50’s sock hop is good?” out of the 20 of us, only 4 had hands raised. Poor Steven.
“And mini-prom?” 7 hands rose. “And what about international day?” 9 hands shot up into the air. Yes! I had won.
“Then it’s settled, we’re going to do international day. I think we should have snack tables full of food from around the world! We could teach about different cultures and also have a great time.” For the rest of the meeting we decided to have an all-school vote on which cultures to represent, so everyone has a say. Once the meeting was over, Kelly stalked over to me, “What was that? I thought you liked my prom theme!”
Great, now I have to deal with Kelly. “No, I did like it, I really did! But in the end, it’s all up to the majority. You have to recognize that. Let’s just drop it; we need to go to first period.”
It was like that for the rest of the day; Kelly was always sneaking looks at me. The day passed in a flash of boredom, and finally it was time for the after-school meeting. Usually, we don’t have two meetings in one day, but this was important. We talked about decorations, and then organized the ballots that would go out tomorrow morning.
At the end of the meeting, Steven came around and asked me how I was going home. “I’m just going to bike, Steven, I left my bike here anyway.”
“Oh, so you’re going with Alec? I’m amazed he waited this long for you.” Alec was my older brother. He was in 10th grade, and had brown hair and blue eyes, unlike my blonde hair and gray eyes. But people still said we looked alike. My mom said she will tell him to wait for me by the flagpole, but when Steven and I rounded the corner, no Alec.
“Oh, well, figures. Alec must have gotten bored and biked home without me.”
“I can go with you.” Steven said quickly. Then he blushed and said, “Well, it makes more sense…I live near you...and…and…I have my bike.” He finished weakly.
So after getting our bikes Steven and I went down the street and continued towards our houses. There was one of those speed bump things on the hill so drivers would slow down, and Steven was an expert at bike riding and jumped over it and landed without wobbling a bit. It was amazing. Since we were going down a fairly steep hill I was a little scared to do it, but I wanted to try. “Wow! How did you do that? Wait, I saw Alec do that once…let me give it a try.”
I started down the hill but heard a warning shout and turned my head to Steven, who for some reason was yelling and making shoving movements with his hands, like he was telling me to move. Weird…but before I could put two and two together I jumped, but wasn’t all that good with bikes, and something went wrong. My foot was not on the pedal, it got tangled in some chain, and I went down. I could barely hear Steven’s very loud shout of warning when I felt a panicked aching in my stomach and then…I drifted. I immediately felt better. But when I looked around to tell Steven I just fell, my breath caught. Under me, instead of asphalt, was a picture. It was a large car, Steven kneeling and crying, two bikes, and someone with a pool of blood around him or her. Then the driver flung open the door and kneeled down with Steven. Finally I got a clear shot of the person with blood around him or her…no it was definitely a her. I saw a familiar shirt…long, flowing blonde hair…oh, and I love those shorts. Finally my eyes narrowed down on hers. Storm gray…familiar.
“NO!” I shouted
