Trying not to cry, and losing horribly...
Yeah, sometime from last night to this morning, Mark Peterson died. In the beginning of my senior year, I was put into Multicultural English which I hated, but got out of it and into English 4. When I entered that class, I had a choice to sit over on the far or near side but chose the near side. 1 desk to my left and one desk up, sat Mark Peterson. A long-haired blue eyed kid, with a great smile, who seemed to enjoy life. To his imediate right (or right in front of me) sat Troy Hunt, the all around good guy. Both have been really good friends since like 3rd grade. Those 2 were always having fun in front of me, and like always messing with each other. They would always put a smile on my face even when I was having the worst days. Well, suffice to say today there were no laughs, no happy times. 3rd period I was told that Mark died in a car wreck, and coulndt believe it. I didnt want to believe it. I really dont handle death well. I knew this guy for like 3 quaters of my highschool career and his death is going to follow me for a while. HE was a good person with a good heart. Today Troy could be seen crying most of the day. His friend was gone, and Troy was a very religous fellow. When I got to 5th period (the class i saw Mark in) I walked to my seat and sat. The Teacher was close to tears and when the bell rang Troy entered with bloodshot eyes and a face that wanted to make me cry. I found myself fighting back tears the bulk of the period and trying to remember the good times only made me want to cry harder. Mark was 7 days from graduating when he died. His gown is probably hanging in his home and his parents have to see it. He will never walk down the aisle for graduation nor for a wedding. He will never know what its like to have children, and never know whats waiting for him on the outside world. So many things he will never get to do. The night before Mark had broken up with his girlfriend and decided to drink. Upon returning home, his open jeep got into a crash and he was killed. Yeah, thats just what we need after Q-15. Im still so sad and angry and I dont know how to handle it. Im gonna miss that guy so much... If anyone ever drinks after hearing this, dont drive please. At least think about those that will have to live on with their emotions and feelings. Call if need be, I will always be there in a moment to pick u up. Godbless.