So there was this one girl, Samantha Henderson. All of her friends called her SH. So they could be like, HEY... SH! So it was almost like "shh". So then one day, She was walking to school, very nervous she was. She knew she would be out on her own soon... And have to be more responsible than she could fathom at this point. Although she was almost 18, she didn’t feel like she was 18, she didn’t feel like it was her time to move out on her own. And though she liked the thought, she was nervous. She could envision her first night at her own apartment, alone, listening to the crickets outside... wondering what her mom was doing at the home she had just left. Samantha had dozed off while walking, still appalled and shocked at how her feet kept carrying her down the street although for a few good minutes she was mentally not present. She hadn’t noticed that she walked right into the speedy intersection without hitting the "Cross" button which would have enabled her to walk safely across the street. But before she could even let out a scream, the driver of a F-150 was not paying attention to the road in front of him either. And out all of the weight he could on the brakes, but it just wasn’t enough…

The Ford smashed into Samantha, sending her soaring in the air, and landing on the asphalt, sliding down the street for ten feet before ending her trail of blood in one pool of red. Samantha had died… Samantha was gone… Forever.

Next time you decide to zone out… In class, or walking, or whenever, remember Samantha. She was my closest friend, and I sure as hell remember her.

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