Personal Narrative: Middle School Girl

The girl I adored in middle school is dead, I’m not sure when she died, maybe yesterday or the day before. Anyhow, our relationship instituted on the bus. All the older kids on the bus were cruel to the younger riders. However she never displayed any bitterness toward me. Actually she always mentioned how adorable I was as she sat beside me, and together we expressed our desire to be biological sisters, consequently I no longer dreaded school. Additionally, our unconventional bus ride endowed us approximately two hours every school day to laugh, vent, and develop closer as friends. One time together that we shared will invariably stand out amongst the rest. The time she had gifted me a figurine of this dragon safeguarding a crystal ball, with an angel situated at it’s feet. When the figurine shattered, she had dismissed it and looked at me with her gorgeous, amiable blue eyes “I just wanted you to think of me and maybe smile when you saw it, the statue itself doesn't matter.” I still do think of her. I still do smile. She had this way of being absolutely flawless. Anyone that met her couldn't help but instantly fall in love. Always extending her hand to help guide me, being my role model, I knew I was always going to be in her …show more content…
I can never speak with her on this Earth again, I can never look into her beautiful eyes and see her looking back. She is gone. We were so distant I don't even know when she died. Because it was an overdose they aren't sharing much information about it. I know I found out before most though quite honestly, I should have done more. My biggest mistake so far in my life that I have always said “we haven’t talked in forever, I don't want to seem cloying or cosset”, “I’m sure they’re fine”, or “not like I would make a difference anyway”. Even if I fail time and time again, I will know that I tried and I know that that is the kind of person she would have wanted me to be. I’m so sorry beautiful, rest