Thank God You're Here

All day I was filled with excitement, wanting for the class trip to come sooner. I am walking into AP Art wondering why teachers and students are frantically running out of the campus. Without much consideration for the matter I walk in to class, pull out my new Sharpies and begin a new piece. Suddenly, from word of mouth, I discover that there has been an accident. A student involved. An eleventh grader (causing more and more worry). A black Range Rover. Right then and there I knew it was Ashkan, the thoughts running through my mind could only bring me back to the memories of Adir. Not another loss, I wouldn't be able to handle it. I didn't know what to do with myself, I ran out of the room crying my way to the rest room. Was he okay? Who's fault was it? Would I ever see him again? Seconds later a few friends burst in, in an attempt to calm me down. He was okay, alive, I hadn't lost a friend. Finnaly relaxed, I was glad to know that I would be spending my next week in the South without missing pieces to the puzzle. I'm ready to make memories, never ready to let them go.