Something that's been bothering me since I was in the 2nd grade. I hope you guys will tell me what you think about it. Please - no flames.
My very best friend in the whole world was killed in a motor scooter accident when we were 8 years old. Her name was Karen and I loved her - we had the best time playing and exploring and getting into mischief together. One weekend she was at her Uncle's home visiting with her cousin, also my dear friend, and that day they decided to ride the scooter. Jennifer was driving and Karen was on the back. There was a truck coming and Jennifer didn't look both ways as she pulled out of the gravel driveway and before either of them knew it, the grill of the truck was about to mow them down.
Jennifer jumped for it and landed on the side of the road near the ditch. Karen wasn't so lucky. She also tried to jump for it but she didn't make it and she was run over, completely crushed. She died at the hospital that night and I remember when my Mom woke me up on Monday morning to tell me she was gone. I wasn't allowed to go to her funeral, I was too young.
I did something before she died that haunts me. I was at her house one afternoon and we were running around doing whatever we were doing and I spotted a $1 bill laying on her jewelry box. Thinking I'd be slick, I took the dollar and put it in my pocket to see how long it would take her to figure out it was gone. And then she died.
Why did I have to take the dollar?
What a stupid thing to do. Does she know how sorry I am? Do you guys think she has forgiven me? I wish I could give her the $1 back.