As I sat in study hall and Mr. Ewers came in
He sat on the edge of a table and looked around the room
Then he spoke, Kristy died last night
The room was silent for a minute and then girls broke into tears
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Such a sad poem Jessica. It is so hard to hear of a classmate dying.... especially if they weren't sick. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend. Keep writing.....you'll get the courage to visit her grave in time. Just remember, 'she's' not at that cemetery, she can hear you talk to her and she knows how you feel. (I believe that) . Sincerely, Mary
A vivid expression of loss... caring feelings cascade throughout. Well done, Jessica. Brian