When I was done reading my mom asked, “Do you know those girls? The article said

They went to your school.”

“Yeah I think so…that was the girl I bumped into on my way to the buses Friday” I said as I pointed to one of their pictures. “They were both in my homeroom”

            On Monday, when we got back to school, everyone was crying. I wasn’t really sure what to do since I didn’t know the girls. I cried with my friends and comforted the people who were most upset. All classes were canceled and there were big posters that were up in the hallway, which allowed everyone to write their feelings down on. After the week of grieving was over things returned to normal, or as close to normal as it could. A few months later we had a ceremony in which they put a bench in front of the school with the names of Emily, Ally and Mrs. Hinck carved into it. Again everyone was crying and hugging, it was a very tragic time for our town.

 I regret not going over and talking with those girls. Now that I have heard all those wonderful things about Emily and Ally I knew they would never had judged me. This experience has taught me to be more outgoing and not to worry about people not liking me. There are so many people in the world so I shouldn’t care if only a couple people don’t like me. I wish I could thank Emily and Ally for that.