My senior year was an emotional year, and not in a good way.
It started off great, I was made Captain of the girls varsity volleyball team and was excited to attend UTA the coming fall. Everything changed when I returned to school after spring break and found out that one of my teammates, Teilor, had passed away in her sleep. I remember my vice principal coming into my art class and telling us the news. I was in shock. I had just seen Teilor the day before and she had been perfectly fine, laughing even, as she joked around with me and our other teammates. How can someone go from being perfectly fine one day to not waking up one the next? It didn’t make sense and it still doesn’t. The following weeks following Teilors death were some of the
It started off great, I was made Captain of the girls varsity volleyball team and was excited to attend UTA the coming fall. Everything changed when I returned to school after spring break and found out that one of my teammates, Teilor, had passed away in her sleep. I remember my vice principal coming into my art class and telling us the news. I was in shock. I had just seen Teilor the day before and she had been perfectly fine, laughing even, as she joked around with me and our other teammates. How can someone go from being perfectly fine one day to not waking up one the next? It didn’t make sense and it still doesn’t. The following weeks following Teilors death were some of the