Memories of a Personal Event

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Memories of a Personal Event The door slammed shut. I wasn't sure what I was going to hear. To be

honest, I wasn't really sure whether I wanted to either. A nearby

shadow gradually transformed into my dad, who walked into the kitchen.

Dad was holding his breath as if to try and prevent the three small

words which would change my life forever. I stared at my dad. Many

thoughts were spinning through my head and I began to feel dizzy. Dad

spluttered out,

"Stacey had died," with little sign of remorse. I couldn't believe

what he had just told me, I was refusing to listen as I fell into the

arms of my older brother and sister. At least they seemed to care for

a whole five minutes, that my best friend had just passed away. I had

never experienced a pain so intense as this before, hoped I would

never had to again. This was unquestionably the worst moment of my

life.

Meeting Stacey was one of the best things that has ever happened to

me. Stacey brought many things into my life that I had been missing. I

think it was her genuine kindness and naturally warm attitude which

made me take to her so quickly. It was like having a sister having the

same age. All the friends I had during childhood, had all seemed to

resent football besides the occasional boy of course. I loved sharing

football with Stacey, not caring that she worshiped 'Celtic' whilst I

followed 'St Mirren.' It was a friendship not only based on our love

of football though but our desire to cause havoc around our estate,

ride on our bikes to all hours and have opinionated conversations

about issues relating...

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...e that day with me. It would have made it

even more special. It wasn't the best time to lose someone so close to

you. I was just trying to understand the teenage mind but Staceys'

death left me feeling confused and angry. I had feelings of guilt and

sorrow, inching myself away from everybody else who cared about me.

I had already lost a best friend when I was eight, called Lindsay.

Lindsay's' death has been traumatic as well intensified by the fact

that she had died right infront of me. When Stacey had the asthma

attack, I thought my luck would never change. It was a lot to deal

with at this age and my feelings turned to hatred against those who

had happy lives and those who had been unable to save Stacey. I was

also scared that I would forget Stacey, and made a pact that I would

do anything possible to prevent this.

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