Miss Hopper
Though I barely knew her, I miss her. I know her brother quite well, and cannot imagine what he must be going through. It could have been any of us, it could be me. Words cannot describe how horrid I feel about what happened, and infinitesimal emotions cannot describe how I feel for the driver of the car, Kevin Stich. I think that she would have wanted us to resume with our lives, to think of her not as dead, but as in a better place. After school on monday, I visited the Hoppers residence along with 40 other students and friends of Sam, there was a subdued attitude to the house, and I could not help but stand stunned, so quick to live, too young to die. It gladdened me to see the cranes that me and other students had made in the library earlier that afternoon,that they may remind her family that there are people in the world who care, and that they are not alone in this world. I am not a god-fearing person, but tonight I pray for her, her family, friends, and relatives, that she will find her peace, and those left behind shall continue on upon the path of life, but let this writing and many others alike stand testimony to such a caring, hardworking, and beautiful person. Never forget, Miss Hopper.