An accident, the newspapers reported, claimed the life of an innocent teenage girl. The article highlighted a couple of her favorite hobbies, like swimming and tutoring special education kids at the elementary school. It went on to talk about how she was a leader in her church’s youth group, and closed by telling about the promising future she had.
The article was right: she loved swimming and volunteering, was active in church, and had a great future ahead of her. But there was one thing that the article was wrong about. It wasn 't an accident. In fact, it was the complete opposite. The day, time, and location had been chosen weeks earlier; the speed needed to achieve the desired result calculated over and over, just to be sure.
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I heard my mom already in the hallway, so I happily turned around and headed back up the stairs to catch more sleep. In front of my bedroom door, there was a folded up piece of paper. I grabbed it and sat down on my bed. When I flipped the paper over, I saw my name written in my sister’s impeccable handwriting. She had used her favorite blue calligraphy pen, which was usually reserved for special occasions. Just as I was about to read the note, I heard my mom’s panic-stricken voice. She rattled off all of my siblings’ names…except one. But that wasn’t a big deal; she was probably at the gym. 5 days a week my sister went to the gym to work out, always focusing on her goal of becoming an Olympic swimmer. As my brothers and I dashed down the stairs, we were all racking our brains for what could be wrong. Maybe some natural disaster had happened, or there was an event that mom heard about and wanted to discuss. But when we got into the living room and saw a Florida Highway Patrolman sitting there trying to comfort our mom, we knew it was much, much …show more content…
My parents divorced. I’m now the only girl of the family and have 7 big brothers who are fiercely protective of me. Additionally, Christie’s friends have been impacted by her death. Our church set up a scholarship in memory of her. But it goes further than that. My sister’s story was published in our town’s paper. They never said her name, but they didn’t need to. The headline “Teen’s Death Ruled Suicide” is enough to catch anyone’s attention. Christie’s story motivated people to get the help they need and deserve. Christie’s story encouraged parents to hug their children a little tighter, because their greatest fear- losing a child- had become our family’s
The article was right: she loved swimming and volunteering, was active in church, and had a great future ahead of her. But there was one thing that the article was wrong about. It wasn 't an accident. In fact, it was the complete opposite. The day, time, and location had been chosen weeks earlier; the speed needed to achieve the desired result calculated over and over, just to be sure.
Over the …show more content…
I heard my mom already in the hallway, so I happily turned around and headed back up the stairs to catch more sleep. In front of my bedroom door, there was a folded up piece of paper. I grabbed it and sat down on my bed. When I flipped the paper over, I saw my name written in my sister’s impeccable handwriting. She had used her favorite blue calligraphy pen, which was usually reserved for special occasions. Just as I was about to read the note, I heard my mom’s panic-stricken voice. She rattled off all of my siblings’ names…except one. But that wasn’t a big deal; she was probably at the gym. 5 days a week my sister went to the gym to work out, always focusing on her goal of becoming an Olympic swimmer. As my brothers and I dashed down the stairs, we were all racking our brains for what could be wrong. Maybe some natural disaster had happened, or there was an event that mom heard about and wanted to discuss. But when we got into the living room and saw a Florida Highway Patrolman sitting there trying to comfort our mom, we knew it was much, much …show more content…
My parents divorced. I’m now the only girl of the family and have 7 big brothers who are fiercely protective of me. Additionally, Christie’s friends have been impacted by her death. Our church set up a scholarship in memory of her. But it goes further than that. My sister’s story was published in our town’s paper. They never said her name, but they didn’t need to. The headline “Teen’s Death Ruled Suicide” is enough to catch anyone’s attention. Christie’s story motivated people to get the help they need and deserve. Christie’s story encouraged parents to hug their children a little tighter, because their greatest fear- losing a child- had become our family’s