• Every morning when the sun would rise, i'd wake and sneak into the garden of dreams. Each time i passed through i'd stop at the rose which ment so much to me. I nurtuered it from a small sapling until it was the most beautifull of all roses on the bush. Even so, when i would try to reach for it, it pricked my finger with its treaturous thorns. Yet, i still smiled for i knew that it ment no harm. Days continued on as well as my daily visits, until the great storm. Nightfall brought its icey chill, and with it, terrible winds of great speed. Thunder boomed as lightning struck the unsuspecting earth. Wind turned to a chaotic tornado. I took shelter within my home. Agonizing hours passed until everything stood still. Quiet beating silence hung in the air. I crept from under my hiding spot and ran into the garden. Ruin, soil, brick, and splitered wood spread as far as the eye could see. I ran to the rose which i cared for so much. There it lay, in the soil, half burried under dibris and all petals seperated. I knelt beside it with tears runing down my cheeks. There was nothing i could do to help it now.------

    Explenation* Almost year ago I lost a couzin of mine in a car accident. She was like a sister to me. I had taken care of her when her mother passed away. I pacticaly raised her. Then one day she came home with her "boyfriend". I had known who he was and exactly what he was thinking. I had a talk with Heather, (my cuzin) she didn't agree with what i said and she ran outside with her boyfriend. They got into the car and drove off. I tried to stop them but they didn't listen. I tried to call her but she didnt answer the first time so i called again. She picked up the second time. Heather was yelling at me and i was trying to reason with her but she wouldnt listen. In the midst of her argueing, in the background, i heard a car slam on its brakes. The next sound was clashing metal. I dropped the phone from shock. I burst into the livingroom, screaming my head off. I called 911 and explained what happened. hours later i found the car crash and rushed to the over turned, remains of what looked nothing like a car. Metal was everywhere, the car was completely smashed. It looked like a wrecking ball just fell on top of it. I noticed that the abulence was putting something in the back so i ran to them. My couzin was on one side of the ambulence, covered up and still. The memory still haunts me today. Heather would have been 16 today, Jan. 18 2009. But she died Jan. 26,2008. i'll never forgive the drunk driver who ran a red light and hit there car at 103 miles an hour.