Life's Totally Not Fair
Finn was a boy everyone liked, everybody's friend. My best friend. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, standing in a pew dressed in all black. I looked around all of his buddies were around me dressed in their finest close. His best friend Noah Puckerman plopped down in the pew next to me.
"Hey Rach, how you going?" More tears fell down my face.
"This totally sucks Noah." Puck looped his arm around me and rubbed my arm up and down. Why him? He was young; he had the rest of his life to look forward to. We were graduating soon. 3 pews in front of me was his family. I couldn't face them. I knew they didn't blame me for the crash. No one did, but still I felt responsible.
I was sitting in the stands watching the big baseball game for all the marbles. We were down two runs bottom of the 9th inning. Finn was waiting on deck. He was a baseball star. If anyone could win the game it was Finn and everyone knew it. I stared at the blazing sun feeling the tiny beads of sweat forming on the back of my neck. I wanted this game to end so I could go get ice cream like Finn promised. Finn was always kept a promise no matter what. I looked back at the baseball diamond to see Finn at bat. The pitcher was getting worn down and Finn could tell. He walked to the plate with the cocky grin he wore when he knew he was getting what he wanted. The first pitch thrown at him was perfect. Finn hit that ball so hard his bat broke, but the ball went sailing over the back fence. Finn had done it! He won the game! Everybody ran onto the field and crowed him including me. Before I could say anything he grabbed my arm. He leaned in close. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
"Let's get out of here," He whispered
"OK," I agreed easily. I led his threw the sea of people towards my car. He hopped into the passenger seat and I into the drivers. The ride was quiet till Finn turned towards me and spoke up.
"Rachel you know you're my best friend right?" He brushed his brown hair out of his face, his brown eyes sparkling.
"Yea of course Finn. You're my best friend too."
"Good." And that was the end of the discussion or so I thought. After a few more minutes he turned back towards me. "It's just..."
"What? It's just what?"
"We've been best friends for a while. I feel so comfortable with you and...and...and I love you." Everything for there turned blurry. All I remember next is that I turned to look at him and then everything went black. I woke up sometimes after that in a hospital bed wearing a white, itchy gown. I asked where Finn was and my dad shook his head. Sobs escaped from me and took over my body. He was gone. A drunk driver had hit us head on. The doctors said I was lucky, only coming away with a concussion and a few scratches and bruises .And here I am now at my best friend's funeral, surrounded by people that loved him but not more then I loved him.