The Life Of Death: Not The End Of Life

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Death is not the end of life What would life be like if death wasn’t a thing? Death is an agonizing pain that leaves a scar on the people who have to experience it. Yet, Death is apart of all life no matter how devastating it is. However, even if we all know this, it doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye. Jazzy and I had known each other since 4th grade. She had just moved to Hampton and I had just moved there a year earlier. We both were in the same class, she had a bright and bubbly personality that shined even on the darkest days. While I was quiet and isolated unless answering a question or talking to the few friends I had. Little did we know we were going to end up best friends until father time decided it was time for her to go, because, …show more content…

It was December 13th, two days before my birthday. I was ecstatic, I had just gotten my books for math, my first class of the day, and was walking into class when I overheard Zeyad telling someone that the short girl who dyed her hair a lot had passed away last night. I immediately knew who he was talking about, I asked him if he was talking about Migdalia Perez, Jazzys real name, and he said yes. My books crashing to the floor barely faze me as Zeyad speaks. The sound of laughter and joy from the people around me resonate in my ears as I feel tears rush to my eyes begging to be released. A wave of chills rush through my body as I try to comprehend what I was just told. I wanted to deny it, but who would lie about such a thing? I found purchase on my desk before the tears sprung out of my eyes without my consent. A sob racks throughout my body as my breathing picks up. My surroundings became fuzzy and I could barely register the sound of my friends asking what's wrong and the teacher telling me to go to guidance. I weakly refused as I attempted to stop crying so that I wouldn’t miss the lesson, but he urged me despite my impuissant …show more content…

When she looked at me she seemed startled to see a student look so devastated. She rushed up from her seat and dashed to me asking what was wrong. I couldn’t talk well through the tears so she took me into the lounge in the back of the office and sat me down. She told me that Mrs.Jackson, the guidance counselor, was in a meeting and wouldn’t be back until 12, it was 9 o’clock. I closed my eyes to try to get myself together and when I opened them back she was gone. She had moved to the front office to call the guidance counselor. When the guidance counselor heard what had happened she decided to leave her meeting to come back to school. After calling her she gave me her phone and asked for me to call my mom. The cool metal of the phone against my heated face and the sound of my mother's smooth, soft voice was comforting to my ears and calmed me down. The fast beating of my heart and my rapid breathing calmed down. As she was on the phone with my mom a girl who was also close to Jazzy named Jaden came in. She also had tears running down her face and a far-flung look in her eyes. The same woman took us into a room with a small circle table. We both sat down on each side of it, the look she had in her eyes gave me an unsettling feeling of how this was true. My heart felt like it made a new home in my stomach at that moment as I looked around the desolate room only filled

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