I don't know how to put this, so I'll just trhough it out bluntly. A girl from my school died this Saturday in her sleep. Why? No one knows but the reasons range from cocaine over dose ( she took drugs ) to suicide. I don't believe it was suicide. The last Friday I saw her, she was laughing and smiling and talking to her friends. I didn't know her that well. Acutally, I didn't know here at all, besides her face. But now, as I think more about it, I will never see her face again in my life. She is the first to go down from our generations and others will follow her. There is fear of death in all of us because each of us stared at it through the eyes of the beloved. I will never get a chance to talk to her or greet her or strike a conversation. Anotehr chance to change the world has been let go with a butterfly kiss of death. I feel sad. Death likes to play with us too much. Tusche death. Tusche.