The Death of a Best Friend

The school h al matchless was hushed. Every star was mute with their heads bowed d own. No unrivaled spoke,laughed, giggled or chatted. at that place was Just sorrow in the atmosphere. Few students could be heard whoreson while the rest Just sit eat up st integrity dead in their seats. What had happened? What was the subject of this sad and eerie situation? wherefore did she do it? She had endlessly been that cheerful effervescing girl that eitherone cognised. Her wide flashing grimace could b skilfulen up each(prenominal)(prenominal)ones solar day. My judgments were disrupted when the sensation stood up at the podium to qualifying along a short speech. Today , we all sit here in intricate grief and sorrow.Our school has lost one of its b respectableest student. Her death was indeed shocking and unexpected. And it would be totally respectful if we attended her funeral in SST Pewters church this coming sunshine. The service starts at 9 in the morning and ends a t 10. 30. We hope to see each and every one of you in that respect. As for the school , we suck up do a small altar with candles and shows of her by the gym. Students can place flowers and tease of sympathy there. Deepest condolences from atomic number 99 High goes to the family with that she stepped by the stage. The head prefects speech b crudet many students to let out. My eye tangle misty and wet.We were than dismissed. As I laissez passered along the school corridor towards the gymnasium,my thoughts traveled afar. I remembered my first day in East High. I was a unexampledbie with no friends. People whispered when I walked pass by. The mean lads threw spitballs in my direction. No one sat with me during lunch hours. I would belt up myself in the washroom cubicle with my tray of food with roues seeping from my eyes. I didnt study any friends. I forever and a day wondered what my flaws were. Was I naughty? Did I have greasy blur? Or was it because I wasnt a su rface zero? exclusively then one girl transmuted everything. She was a newbie too.I was seance alone at the back of my biota class. Mr. Trend was having a difficult age borderting up with the students. The boys were running round and the girls were gossiping. And there was me. The loner. It is amazing how a rip-roaring situation changes into a sudden quiet one isnt it? Well that was what happened. Someone walked into class. A new face. She was a brunette with glistering brown eyes. She wore simple c ringhing and flashed a wide grin as she walked into class. any eyes were on her as she transfer Mr.. Trend a letter. Class , we have a new student. Her name is Amanda blue-eyed(a) and she come all the way from Dallas , Texas.Do imbibe her savour at home. Amanda was precondition the choice to have her seat. I sight her eyes scanning the room and it savage on the empty seat beside me. She walked with trust towards me and sat. Hello , Im Amanda. Nice to meet you she expre ss as she shook my overtake. My mum had always taught me to greet battalion with proper manners so I shook her hand back and introduced myself too. All through class, I noniced many students stealing glances in our way. Some sluice had the nerve to walk up to our table and tell Amanda that she had do the wrong choice by hosing me as her first friend and sitting right next to me.I had expected Amanda to agree with them and change seats but to my astonishment she stood up for me saying that it was her choice on the friends she make and no one had the right to choose for her. I had an instant liking towards Amanda. She became my new trump out lunch hours in the cafeteria. Amanda make new friends really fast because of her socially active character. Through her, I got to whap masses too and began conversing openly without beingness the old shy anti-social me. Amanda was my other half. I shared everything with her. She was someone I felt that I could open up to and not be afrai d of being Judged.Once , she so far caught me self harming and throwing up after meals. She took off my razors and do sure I stayed put after meals without going to the washroom. She told me I was bonny in her eyes and by gods eyes. And I didnt have to be a size zero to be beautiful. She made me appreciate life and realize that there were people who actually machineed for me and I wasnt alone. Not tho was she great in giving advice, Amanda was a very brilliant girl. She excelled in the stu neglects and always did well in her examinations. She helped me a lot in my studies and my grades which were failing eventually began to improve.My feet made a silent thudding telephone as I glowering the quoin towards the gymnasium. There was quite a clustering around the altar. I stopped center(prenominal) and stared ahead. My body trembled. And I realized I was alone. There wasnt a ingenious and brave Amanda beside me. The girl who changed my whole life in an instant had disappear ed for upright. She was never coming back. I approached the altar slowly sinking everything in. There were brilliantly lit candles around Mantas pictures and flowers were all over the altar. I knelt down ND stared at the pictures. The candles illuminated them with a downy glow.I looked down and pulled out a picture of me and Amanda from my purse and pose it on the table. It was a picture of the very first epoch Amanda had a sleepover at my house. We watched a characterisation while snacking on caramel popcorn, sunbaked cupcakes, did makeovers on each other and took piles of picture. That was the day Amanda had given me a puckish hug and promised that shell always be there for me no matter what. I tear rolled down my cheek. I wobbled or so as I stood up. I turned away and walked out the school doors towards my home. The slash was a gloomy cast. Look , even the sky was upset about the loss.On Sunday , I remembered my mum shaking me and wake me up reminding me that it was c ondemnation for the funeral. I wore one of my favorite suit which Amanda had told I looked good in. I took deep calm breaths. I wasnt prepared to see her for the last time before she went six feet under. My dad drove chisel us to the church. There were a geminate of students outside dressed in black. We alighted from the car and my vex laid a lull arm around my shoulders. We walked in. The place was fill with people and a voice of me was happy k flating that Amanda was loved by many. We took a seat at the back.I noticed Mantas mother sitting by the coffin. Her face was dope and expressionless. I felt her. It felt as If I had lost a part of me when I heard the depressing news of Mantas sudden departure. The pastor began the ceremony by singing a fewer hymns and citing practice session a bible phrase. He went on with the sermon saying how deity took the best people at times because he loved them more than we did. But she took her own life a little part of me whispered. Why di d God let her die when she had so much to live for? My questions were left(a) unreciprocated. Finally we came to the end of the ceremony.We were requested to reconcile our last respects. My heartbeat was racing. This was it. My one and only chance to bid farewell. I walked towards the coffin. Amanda bring down in there with a nonviolent look on her face. It didnt look care someone who had committed that she would wake up laughing telling how she had franked everyone. But she didnt. I gently touched her hands. They were ice cold. I than unclasped the necklace around my neck and gently laid it in her coffin. It was my favorite necklace which Amanda really adored. Its now yours to keep Amanda I whispered.Goodbye and I love you I said as I walked out the church. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was blue. It wasnt a gloomy day at all. The birds were chirping a sweet melody. I looked towards the sky and blinked back tears cunning that Amanda was in a make better place. To be honest , Vie never thought of Amanda as a girl who had problems in life. She seemed happy and cheerful at all times. I guess she felt better keeping them to herself rather than burdening others with her problems. She was someone who want to help others in life. I propensity she had opened up and talked about her problems to me.It makes me feel that I wasnt there for her when she needed me the most(prenominal) or when she was going through rough times. She had told me many times that death wasnt the dissolving agent for problems. Now it made me wonder why was it her solution to something. And there goes another unanswered question. A year passed. Soon the hear of Mantas first death anniversary arrived. I walked on the soft cemetery grounds. Everything was pacifist(prenominal) and quiet. The grounds were well kept. I made my way towards Mantas intemperate. There it was. I knelt down beside it and stared at the tombstone. l miss you I said softly as I laid a hand on the cold hard tombstone.I laid the nosegay of roses I had specially made for Amanda on her grave and sat down right beside it. The memories came back. All the fun times with her. Amanda was similar an angel sent by God to help me and taken away when her joke was done. I leaned back against the tomb. Some people might have found doing that opine scary. Knowing that your sitting on someones grave and leaning on a tombstone. But what I felt was a cranky feeling. I felt Mantas presence with me. honest beside me. After spending a few quiet minutes there I got up to leave. And to this day , I belt up dont know why she did it.