A buoyant buzz travels throughout the entirety of South High School. A simple scene; many people. Seemingly, I see a new face in the halls every day. I don’t notice how important each person is, and the impact they have on my life. Their presence is taken for granted until there comes a day that one of them is lost. This year on March seventh, although being on a weekday, I was fortunate enough to celebrate my birthday on a late start Tuesday which also happened to be National Pancake Day.
Naturally, my friends and I planned for a breakfast arrangement in the morning to celebrate this special festivity.
The soft, orange light of the sky slowly decorated my room with radiation. This time I didn’t dread pressing the small, square “wake-up” …show more content…
“Life is good,” I replied reassuringly.
What followed was a usual day of school, but my mind was in a much more lighthearted state. It was a perfect annual pancake day. Worries were far from corrupting my thoughts. I slept that night with peace in mind. I woke up the next morning still dreaming, still happy.
Before leaving for school I checked my most recent notifications which included a text from Sarah which read: “Heather, is this a joke on what everyone is saying about Jesse?” These characters stood out as if the text was in bold font. The joy my heart had felt slowly deteriorated. I could hardly respond after knowing well what had happened.
That day everything changed. The dream ended, the happiness was put to a halt. It made me realize how one moment all might be well, but in the next instant so much can go wrong. March eighth had felt like what could be the opposite of the all-amazing National Pancake Day. There was so much misery and hurt filled in everyone. The joyous buzz stopped traveling around South High School. Sorrow had taken its place. The loss of Jesse Esphorst pains us
Naturally, my friends and I planned for a breakfast arrangement in the morning to celebrate this special festivity.
The soft, orange light of the sky slowly decorated my room with radiation. This time I didn’t dread pressing the small, square “wake-up” …show more content…
“Life is good,” I replied reassuringly.
What followed was a usual day of school, but my mind was in a much more lighthearted state. It was a perfect annual pancake day. Worries were far from corrupting my thoughts. I slept that night with peace in mind. I woke up the next morning still dreaming, still happy.
Before leaving for school I checked my most recent notifications which included a text from Sarah which read: “Heather, is this a joke on what everyone is saying about Jesse?” These characters stood out as if the text was in bold font. The joy my heart had felt slowly deteriorated. I could hardly respond after knowing well what had happened.
That day everything changed. The dream ended, the happiness was put to a halt. It made me realize how one moment all might be well, but in the next instant so much can go wrong. March eighth had felt like what could be the opposite of the all-amazing National Pancake Day. There was so much misery and hurt filled in everyone. The joyous buzz stopped traveling around South High School. Sorrow had taken its place. The loss of Jesse Esphorst pains us