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The Grim Goodbye
The Grim Goodbye
It was the second day of January and Zara, Lara and I were out on the street trying to waste up the little time we had before my best friend Zara had to catch her plane to England with her mother, I was devasted. England is a whole country away! How were we supposed to keep in contact? Here we were now, laughing, smiling - happy. Was it to much to ask for? For my best friend to stay in the same country as me?
Zara's phone rang and as I stood there, I realised that it was time she had to go. I just knew. A lump rose in my throat, she really had to leave. Leave me. Zara hung up her phone and shoved it back inside her pocket. She opened her mouth and closed it again.
"I've got to go" she told us, though she looked directly into my eyes. "We'll walk you to your house" I tried to smile. The walk to Zara's house was silent, us only coming out with little comments.
When we finally reached Zara's house we all shared tight hugs and a few 'I'll miss you!'s. Zara got into a taxi and left, it felt like my stomach was in knots. I sat on my stairs with my other close friend, Lara. I started to cry, big plump tears running down my face.
"Don't cry you'll make me cry" Lara whispered to me. When Zara left later on that night I had a sick feeling. That sort of feeling when you know something is wrong.
Shuffling my feet as I walked into my kitchen, I looked at the clock as it read 10:10AM. The news was playing on the T.V. sitting on the counter.
"...This is Matt Bunders at the scene of the plane crash. I was told the plane crashed at two o'clock this morning, the plane came from the George Best Airport in Belfast and was supposed to land in Sheffield. Currently there are no survivors so far." The reporter finished and it moved onto some other piece of news.
The words rang in my head, 'no survivors so far'. In a state of panic I broke down in sobs. Was Zara dead? Was it her plane? No, I shook the thought out of my head. I felt sick again.
I grabbed my house phone and found Zara's father's number. It rang and rang until he finally picked up. I was silently hoping it wasn't Zaras and her mother's plane that crashed. But sure enough Zara's father crackling voice told me differently. My best friend was dead and there was nothing I could do about it. My brain couldn't take it all in, so again I broke down in tears, my knees could no longer support me.
You never know when your last day is going to be. A voice in my head told me. I can't believe I just lost my best friend.
Zara's phone rang and as I stood there, I realised that it was time she had to go. I just knew. A lump rose in my throat, she really had to leave. Leave me. Zara hung up her phone and shoved it back inside her pocket. She opened her mouth and closed it again.
"I've got to go" she told us, though she looked directly into my eyes. "We'll walk you to your house" I tried to smile. The walk to Zara's house was silent, us only coming out with little comments.
When we finally reached Zara's house we all shared tight hugs and a few 'I'll miss you!'s. Zara got into a taxi and left, it felt like my stomach was in knots. I sat on my stairs with my other close friend, Lara. I started to cry, big plump tears running down my face.
"Don't cry you'll make me cry" Lara whispered to me. When Zara left later on that night I had a sick feeling. That sort of feeling when you know something is wrong.
Shuffling my feet as I walked into my kitchen, I looked at the clock as it read 10:10AM. The news was playing on the T.V. sitting on the counter.
"...This is Matt Bunders at the scene of the plane crash. I was told the plane crashed at two o'clock this morning, the plane came from the George Best Airport in Belfast and was supposed to land in Sheffield. Currently there are no survivors so far." The reporter finished and it moved onto some other piece of news.
The words rang in my head, 'no survivors so far'. In a state of panic I broke down in sobs. Was Zara dead? Was it her plane? No, I shook the thought out of my head. I felt sick again.
I grabbed my house phone and found Zara's father's number. It rang and rang until he finally picked up. I was silently hoping it wasn't Zaras and her mother's plane that crashed. But sure enough Zara's father crackling voice told me differently. My best friend was dead and there was nothing I could do about it. My brain couldn't take it all in, so again I broke down in tears, my knees could no longer support me.
You never know when your last day is going to be. A voice in my head told me. I can't believe I just lost my best friend.
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They should have a category for "half true stories" Ha. This is mostly true, however the dying part isn't, the whole plance crash isn't, yadda, etc and so on. Thankfully.