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Last night, something really sad and spooky happened. I was walking down the hall, and my friend Katie stopped me with a really serious look in her eye. She said, "Someone was just hit in the crosswalk and there's heckida ambulences outside." We ran out to the stairwell to check it out, and there, in the middle of the crosswalk with massive, flaming, "CROSSWALK" beacons, was someone from my building, laying in a sort of twisted position in the middle of the street. But there were people all around the person, equipment and blankets blocking out the view. We watched as they lifted him/her into the vehicle and start asking questions to passers-by. Our school is so tiny, though. We immediately flooded people with questions of who it was; chances are we would know them. No one would tell us. So a friend and I continued to walk down the street, away from the scene. "It could have been Gina," I said to her. Gina is my roommate. "She should have been back by now, and I have no idea where she might be." "Do you think it was Birch?" she asked me. "I know he was on his way to study in Pigott, and he definitely would have had to use that crosswalk." For both of these people, it turned out not to be. Someone who was closer at the time than we were told us it was "a taller girl with longish curly hair." Is it better not to know? Why won't anyone tell us who it is? I miss you guys so much!