She's Gone(Jenna Restall) When I was little so many people alienated me because I was different. I wasn't born in Canada, I had an accent that most people characterized with stupidity... Even though I wasn't. So grades 1 through 2 I was the loner at the school, the strange kid. No one talked to me.... My parents didn't notice because they thought nothing bad could ever happen to their precious little girl. My older brother abused me in way that I now think about and shudder.... My life was a living hell. But when I entered grade three, I met someone, her name was Alexis. She had the same problem that I did, but for different reasons, she did drugs. But since I was so young I never understood the fact that drugs were so bad, so we bonded over the fact that we were both socially awkard. Then in August I was out on my bike and saw her, she was acting strangley so I brought her home. She went into her room to lie down and I went to get her something to eat because she kept saying she was hungry. When I went back into her room, she was sleeping so I decided to sit and wait till she got up. When she finally woke up she looked at me and said "I'm sorry." Then her head fell against her pillow and I had a bad feeling, so I felt her pulse. She was dead. I ran downstairs to get her dad, he was asleep on the couch. I told him that his daughter was dead, then I broke down crying. The father told me to get out and not come back. I left and then when I unlocked my bike, I saw him carrying a very full garbadge bag and threw it in the back of his car. I wiped the remaining tears from my face and biked home. I decided to not tell my mom or dad. No one ever found out what happened. I switched schools and then graduated grade six and went into grade seven with many friends, but only one friend that I really trusted, her name was Alex. Then halfway through the year a bunch of guys started giving me a hard time. It bothered me more then anything because it reminded me of Alexis. My friend once found me crying and I told her everything that happened. Soon after, my friend Alex started doing drugs and cutting herself. We hadn't really spoken much since I told her what happened in grade three. But I stepped in and helped Alex through the hard times and it felt like if I would have helped Alexis through her hard time then maybe she wouldn't have been dead.

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