• It was raining, the day I died. I remember seeing my dead, bloody body, lying in the middle of the road as rose into the sky. The memory of how I died often goes through my head, over and over again. I was running in the rain, to get home on time. I looked both ways before crossing the street. I didn't see any cars so crossed, when a truck swerved out of control and ran into me, that is how I died. I also remember seeing my mothers face, wet with rain and tears. My friend Jane was with me, she saw me die. I heard her talking to my mother, saying that I tried to get home on time before I died. I could hear them sobbing together as my father and his friends, lowered my coffin into the grave. I wish I could touch thier faces again, and laugh with them for one last time, but that can never happen.