Sitting at my soccer team get-together, laughs, chatter and all, something so tragic and heart-breaking came up. It was the perfect Sunday afternoon and today was the day we got our medals for being first place in the league. As I stood by my coach, I was distracted by the sound of yelling.
“Shawna! Shawna!” my friend Kristie yelled, running through the bright, calming French doors.
“Yeah?” I questioned, so confused on why she had such a nervous but upset look on her face.
She didn’t respond.
“Well, what is it?” I yelled, now starting to get annoyed because she was just staring at me.
“Um . . . well . . . I don’t know how to really tell you this, but, um . . .”
“Katie, seriously, just–” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“Joey is dead.”
My mind went into a trance. Joey had been my best friend since the day I met him. He told me about his family, hobbies, and all the girls he had been crushing on. I remember every day in health he would tell me who he was gonna try to kiss. Yeah, kissing was a big deal to a four-foot-nine goofball who ran around the school halls singing, “Pants on the ground.” My heart sank. Tears ran down my cheeks like a waterfall.
“Katie, if this is some kind of prank, please stop.”
She began to cry.
That’s when I knew it was for real. So, was this it? I thought. Did I lose the one person who really understood me? The who would brighten up my day when I was in a bad mood? But why? All these emotions inside me became uncontrollable. I dropped to the floor. But before I hit hard, my coach caught me.