• It was two weeks before summer vacation, the sun was out, everybody was relaxing more and amusement and water parks were opening.
    Marcy and I were sitting on the steps in front of her house we were eating a cherry Popsicle.
    I looked across the street.
    “Look there’s Kyle! I have a crush on him!” I whispered to Marcy.
    “I like him too!” Marcy whispered back.
    We giggled. Kyle came up to us
    “Hi Marcy.” Kyle said.
    “Hi Kyle.” Marcy and I said together. I blushed
    “Oh, hi Morgan.” Kyle said, “Marcy I was wondering if you would like to go to the school dance with me next week?”
    Marcy and I looked at each other. Marcy made a face as if to say sorry. I bit my lip so I won’t say something that I didn’t mean.
    “I would love to go with you.” Marcy said blushing.
    “Okay, then I’ll see you at school.”
    I stared at Marcy. She made sure that Kyle was far away before she said anything.
    “I’m so sorry Morgan, I know how much you liked him but I like him too.”
    “Some friend you are!” I sneered at her.
    “I’m really sorry though!”
    “Yeah, whatever, I got to go. See ya.”
    I walked away from her. On the last two weeks of school I tried my best to avoid her I would take different routes or get to class a little earlier. On the last day of school she caught up to me during lunch.
    “Morgan we need to talk, you’re can’t be mad at me forever can you?”
    “I have nothing to say to you.” I was trying to block out what she was saying.
    “Please forgive me! The dance wasn’t any fun without you there!” Marcy begged tears were filling up her eyes.
    “I hate you!” I said to her. I stood up, stomped to the trash can, threw my food away, and went to my next class.
    I was so glad that I was going to my beach house so I won’t have to see Marcy for a whole month.
    When I got home I started packing all the stuff I needed. Swim suit, sun block, towels, clothes, my camera, and my bathroom necessities. By the time my parents got home I was packed and ready to go.
    After a week at the beach I had a nice even tan, meet a bunch of cute surfers, and I was beginning to forget about my fight with Marcy.
    The phone was ringing when I got home from the beach. My mom picked it up and I went up stairs. I closed my door and turned on the fan and my computer. I was checking my email when my mom came into my room tears were coming down her face. I ran and hugged her.
    “What’s wrong mom? Is there something wrong with grandpa or grandma?”
    My mom shook her head
    “I’m so sorry sweetie, Marcy got hit by a car on her way home from the grocery store. It was a hit and run, the streets were empty that day and nobody found her until half an hour after the accident. Her mom doesn’t think she is going to make it.” My mom said her voice was quivering.
    Shock was etched on to my face, I was like an unbalanced statue. If anybody poked me I would topple over and break into a billion pieces. I could feel my heart shattering inside of me. In my brain images of all the things I had done with Marcy was flashing by like a slide show. Tears were swelling up in my eyes. In the beginning teardrops slid down my face one at a time and then it went down rapidly tears were falling down my face like a waterfall.
    I packed to go home that day, the tears never stopped. I kept blaming myself saying that if it wasn’t me Marcy would still be alive right now. On the way home it was the longest three hours of my life. The tears didn’t stop, it trickled down my face I didn’t bother to wipe it anymore, my sleeve was too wet.
    After the funeral I sat down beneath the shade of the humongous tree that Marcy and I used to climb. I thought about how my last words to her were “I hate you!” I thought about how I would never be able to see, talk, or laugh with her ever again.