" How can this be?" I wonder as I stare at her grave. I had been so immature, these past few years, and never realized what I could lose. I stay here often, reflecting on my mistakes, and wishing to do it all over again. My mother loved me so much, and I just didn't know what I could lose.
Oh, right. I should probably introduce myself. my name is Brooklyn, but you can call me Brooke. I am a 17 year old girl and I go to Moreau High School. I have 3 younger siblings, and no, I dont have a boyfriend. I only have 2 friends, which are Maya and Ruby. I used to have another friend names Marie, but she has recently become pregnant, and ever since, we just stopped talking.
I finally got up from the grave sight and walked home. When I got home, it was 4:50. I suddenly realized that i had cheer practice at 5! I got ready, and borrowed my dad's car to get to the school on time. I saw Brook and Ruby there, and we went on the floor to practice our big routine.
When practice was over, I went home. My dad was gone, and i knew he was probably our riding his motorcycle, as always. My father never learned to take care of us, and didn't realize how hard it is to raise a child. I never saw him around as a kid. He always used to put all the work on my mother, who loved us so much, she would do anything for us. Even risk her life. My younger siblings were playing at their friends house, so I decided to do homework (for once in my life). About 3 hours later, I got a call from the police department. They said my father got into an accident, and i didn't know how to react. All this happening so fast, I can't ose him. No. Not again. I immediately got my 3 younger siblings (Jessica age 4, Ryan age 12, and Tina age 15). I didn't explain it at all to them, but they might have had an idea from my crying and extremely fast driving to the hospital.
When we got there, they all knew what was happening, even Jessica, even though it was absolutely quiet in the car ride there. As we stepped into room 218, my dad was in a coma and he was bleeding... everywhere. "Why, God? Why me?" I kept thinking to myself as we watched him. I asked the doctor if he would be okay, but we knew he had a very small chance at surviving. My father died on May 23, 2014.
A few days after his death (and funeral), I tried to call Ruby and Maya to tell them what happened. I kept calling and calling, but neither of them would pick up. I knew something was up. They always answer my calls. And if they dont answer, which is rare, they text me. I soon realized that they probably already knew. "How?" I thought. As I went to bed, I kept thinking about this. I can just talk to them at school tomorrow. I need some rest.
I woke up and made breakfast, and they all walked to the bus stop, as usual. I got ready and drove to school. When I got there, nobody would talk to me, and I didn't know why. I asked Ruby and Maya, but they kept trying to avoid me. "Them too? How can this be? They are my best friends. Friends are supposed to be together though thick and thin." I couldn't help but say under my breath. I stormed to my car, and I could hear quiet giggling behind me. I realized that everyone stays with you when you are happy, but when something in your life goes wrong, people just tend to forget about you. I drove home, and I soon heard the doorbell. As I opened the door, not knowing what to expect, I was suprised. I saw marie standing there, and invited her in. I never thought I would even make eye contact with her again. She was originally my best friend, but she made a mistake, and I thought I could never be seen with her. I soon realized that this is just what Maya and Ruby did to me.
