Aug 26, 2003 18:53
christina
There was once a beautiful young woman,
who at the age of fifteen had everything a
teenager could desire. She lived in a beautiful
city, Pozuelo, just outside of Madrid with views
of mountains and ongoing majestic landscapes.
Her wanting for everything in life was a
motivation to give her all. Straight A’s and B’s
were the grades she received at her Catholic girl’s
school, which put her on the honor roll every year.
Her parents were the all around good guys, the
parents that every kid wishes they had. Her two other
siblings looked up to her as a leader and role model,
for her out look on life was so simple and perfectly
defined. This young lady was always the one to stand
up and take charge, not follow her peers, like a herd of
sheep. What a blessing she was to the world, a gift
of charm and exquisite stature. Loving everything and
everyone that she knew, she was a best friend anyone
would die for. Unfortunately the tables were turned.
And at the end she was the one who would die a death of
undeserving pain. I wish I could say that I knew this
girl, I wish I could say that she was still the same beautiful
person that I knew she would have turned out to be.
But destiny screwed everything up. Her fate was not to
live, her chosen path has shadowed itself leaving the
world empty of a spirited human being. But for as long
as she was alive, she left her undying mark on the rest of the world.