March 17, 2015
A few years ago my best friend, Rosemary, was diagnosed with cancer. Recently she went to heaven. I still don’t know what to do with my life. I’m wondering why I’m alive. All I do is sit in my room and stare at the wall. Tears pouring down my face, I ask God angrily: “Why would you take her away from me?” I wish she would have been able to fight it. I wish she was still alive.
“Annabelle, come eat dinner.” Mom demanded. I just sat there. How could I possibly eat when I knew that my friend… was well… dead. I just don’t understand life sometimes. Nothing could comfort me, except my puppy, Lilly. She would sit on my lap and whine. She always knew when something was wrong, and would try to comfort me, which helped a lot, but not enough. Kids laughed outside my window, obviously not realizing that a girls heart was literally ripping in half because her best friend died at 14 years old. Tears began flowing freely again. Mom came in the room again. She came and sat the end of my bed. “Honey, I’m sorry.” She said. I looked into her eyes, which were watering too. I threw my arms around her.
“Why do these things have to happen?” I asked her.
“I don’t know Anna.” She said with a sniffle. “But I do know that God does all things for a reason. And you know Rosemary is in a better place now.” She rested her chin on my head. “She will always be with you though.” I fingered the golden locket she had given me only two days before she died.
September 19th, 2017
Rosemary has been gone for a few years now. I’m doing much better! I still miss her a lot, but I’ve moved on. I never take the locket that she gave to me off. Inside is a picture of us at the beach with a beautiful sunset in the background. While I have other friends now, I will always miss her. I can’t wait until I can see her again.
[Note: This is not a true story.]
Meet The Author
How old are you?
I am 14.
Where do you live?
I live in AZ.
What classes are you taking with TPS?
I am only taking 1 class with TPS, WF6.
What’s your favorite thing about writing?
I love writing because it’s a way for me to express my emotions in a story. I’ve had… well, an interesting life (I’m adopted and stuff happens with my birth family sometimes), and I don’t always like to talk about it, so I write stuff with an emotion in my head.
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