I sat there in my bedroom, staring at my phone, tears streaming down my face. I don't know how I could possibly survive anymore.
My best friend is gone forever.
Shane and I have been best friends ever since kindergarten. He has always been there for me and now he's dead. The hospital had just called me telling me that he was driving to the mall when a drunk truck driver hit him and made him swerve off the bridge. I can see it happening and I cringed from the terrible image.
I wanted to scream. Nothing else mattered anymore.
The next morning at school, they had a ceremony for Shane. Everyone gathered into the auditorium. Words appeared on the blank white screen all of a sudden, IN MEMORY OF SHANE PRESTON. Then there were pictures of him, his friends, his family.
Shane was the most popular guy here at Stratford High School. He was perfect. Dark brown hair, green eyes, and that killer body. I don't even know how I'm his best friend.
I looked at the screen and there were pictures of me and Shane now. It was at the school car wash. Shane was hugging me tight while I was laughing, trying to fight my way out of his grasp. My long brown hair was wet and my blue eyes were sparkling. I was happy back then.
After the ceremony was done, we went back to classes. We didn't really do anything. Everyone came up to me and told me how sorry they were for my loss. Everyone thought of me and Shane as siblings.
School finally ended and I had to go to my job after school. Now that I'm a junior, I had to earn some money on my own. I worked at the mall at a store where they sell skate gear. The only reason why I got this job is because of Shane. He worked here too. I barely said a word to anyone at work. Everything was so empty.
Everyday was the same now. Wake up, go to school, go to work, go home, eat, sleep. I couldn't help myself to talk to anyone. I felt like a zombie. First, I lose my dad. And Now, Shane.