Emma

At school, 3 days before summer.

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Hey did you hear? Some junior at RLHS committed suicide last night. Her name was Emma.
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(Me) Do you know her last name?
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No.
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(Me) Okay.

I take my Spanish final.
My mom picks me up at school.
I go home.

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(Me) Hey Mom. Did you hear a junior at RLHS committed suicide last night?
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Oh my God. No.
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(Me) Her name was Emma.
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Do you know why?
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(Me) No. I just heard about it at school. Its sad to. Its almost summer… Maybe it was this weather. It doesn’t feel like summer.

I log onto facebook.
Who is this Emma?
I run downstairs to where my mother is working in the basement.

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(Me) Mom. Mom!
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What?
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I knew her! I knew her! She was my friend!
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Its okay. Shhh.

We embrace.
I cry.
I wonder about why this could’ve happened.
I remember all the goods times we’ve shared.
I cry more.


R.I.P. Emma. I will always remember you. <3