If there was a few things that stood out in my mind that day, these are the ones.

 

Sitting at the ISD, laughing because Chelsey was making fun of me because I had NO idea what I was doing with the sheets we were handed out, was fun. After we were done doing all the "work", she stood up along side of me, and played with my hair. She told me never to cut my hair, that it was so pretty long. Chelsey always did that to me. Wherever we were, she would always play with my hair, or someones hair.

 

I told her I hated the pencils they gave us, and asked her to borrow one. She handed it to me and said "Melinna, you better give it back to me tomorrow." and smiled. I wish I could give her back her pencil, as corny as that sounds.

 

At the basketball game, when Carrie and all of them came rushing in, saying there was an accident and they think it might have been Chelsey, I didn't know what to think. I kept thinking "You know, if it was Chelsey, she's a trooper, and really strong I know she can make it. Plus, it can't be her." A friend and I rushed into the commons, I waited at the door for almost a half hour. I wanted to just look at her, and hug her, and tell her that everyone has been so worried that she got into an accident. And then she would laugh, say she was fine, and hug me back. I wish on everything that I have, that she would've walked through those doors that night, and smiled at me, and Timmy, waving and flashing that beautiful smile. She never came.

 

The time spent in the gym, anticipating whether or not Chelsey and Timmy were alright, was the scariest thing I've ever had to deal with. I called my parents, telling them that I didn't know if it was Chelsey, and I didn't know what time I'd be home. I didn't really care, I just wanted her to be okay.

 

I was hugging everyone, you know, telling them to be strong, she'll be fine. Chelsey is and was a strong cookie, she could do anything. But the moment I hugged one of my best friends, Carrie, the instant she told me "I can't believe she's dead." made my knees go weak. Chelsey.. was.. gone? I didn't know what to think. The only thing I thought about was finding my cousin Annie, and making sure she was okay.

 

The next day was pure hell. I came to school early every morning, so I was there around 7:10. (yeah yeah, VERY early). I didnt even stop at my locker, I just kept walking. I was freaking out because I couldnt' find her locker, and then I finally realized they had taken everything out of it. The teachers at our school were great, really. They were very supportive. I went into my 2nd hour, and I couldn't take it. I went into the library, where I could moarn with my friends, and remember Chelsey for the angel she was and always will be.

 

Later in the day, me and 2 other people went to someones office, and we questioned him on whether Timmy was okay or not. He just looked at us, and said sorry. I ran down the hall halfway and stopped. I fell into a friends arms, and screamed. I couldn't believe it. I went into the library, and no one REALLY knows this, but I delivered the news to all of my friends. I told them, Timmy fought, and he couldn't anymore. He was gone. The reaction I got was something I didn't plan. Friends almost falling over from shock, screaming, crying, I thought I was in the worst nightmare.

 

But, instead of replaying that horrible day, everyone should definately remember the good times. I could go on for hours about how I felt that day, but all the other times we were together with her, should make us feel even better. Be lucky, feel special, she loves all of us. And I love all of you too.

 

Love,

Melinda