There he sat in the back of the room, talking to his friends. His names Chad.Everything about him is perfect, from his dreamy baby blue eyes to his sleek black hair. Occasionally,he would glance over and smile. His smile could make the sun shime even on a rainy day. It seemed like every time our eyes met, there was a smile on our faces.
Friends would accuse us of flirting. We always denied it even though we both knew it was the truth. His voice was like a song every time he spoke. One morning, we were talking and got each others numbers. That night we talked for hours about nothing.Fom then on we were always talking.
If it wasn't on the phone or at school, it was on the computer. We always found a way to talk to each other some how.Chloe, one of my best friends, was starting to get annoyed that I was spending so much time with Chad. I told her I would make it up to her. So the next day after school, we walked up to the arcade and ate pizza and played games. We were having a blast! At school the next morning Chad came over to where I was sitting and asked about our day. I explained to him everything we did. He seemed happy to know that I was happy.He was perfect. After the bell rang and we got on the bus,we said bye and went home.When I walked into my homeroom class and didn't see him there part of my got worried. I asked everyone if they knoew where he was at. No one knew. It wasn't like him to not show up at school and not tell me. Later in my English class, the phone rung. The teacher picked it up, and talked for a couple moments, then hung up. After the phone was on the hook she walked over to the TV and turned it on.I looked up and there was Chad lying on the dark road. Beside him were men in blue and white shirts. Over to the side was an ambulance and a couple police cars. At the bottom of the screen it read "Boy hit in accident"
After school I ran straight to his house, no one was there. I tried everything I could to get a hold of him, to find out where he was,but I couldn't get an answer any where. Days passed and he still never showed up. A week passed after the accident. Our teacher told us that Chad had left us. After that everything felt so empty. Kids were crying in the hall ways,everything felt so different. The brightness that he brought into the room was no longer there.
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