• Running with the wind is something great, while losing a friend
    is horrible. I had just found out my friend Cella was moving to Californa
    in a week. My friend was a tall skinny 15YO, she had the lightest blonde
    hair i had ever seen, her green eyes allways cheered people up when
    they was sad. "Good afternoon" Mr. Crows said, he was my P.E teacher,
    also his favorite student was Cella. "where is Cella today?" He asked,
    i didnt want to tell him, but i spoke up and told him this,
    "Mr. Crows... i had just found out she is moving next week, she wont be
    back untill tomorrow." He stood up and walked out the door to the
    teachers lounge, i don't thik he wanted to hear what i just said,
    i didnt eaither.
    I looked at my bracelet, I remember her giving it to me
    for the past christmas, it had a red and green lace on it and had a
    14k gold charm hanging from it. I looked up at the field and noticed
    i have been sitting the whole class. Walking back to my locker
    i seen a note inside when i opened it, it said "your going through
    a hard time, slow your thoughts down. Take it easy, i know how it feels."
    I was reading the note over and over and i heard "Jenna!"
    I junmped and looked back, it was just Megan, Cella's sister.
    "i was just wondering if you've seen Cella, i've heard she is moving."
    After Thier mom and dad's divorce they havnt seen each other often.
    "No, i have not." I replyed "but she is moving to californa."
    I started texting on my phone, here is what it said,

    Cella,
    i was wondering if u was coming to school 2morrow, give me a ring
    2night.
    I shoved my phone back in my pocket, and put my books away.
    It's been hard on me the last 2 days, i haven't been getting any sleep
    nor eating to well. When i'm depressed i don't eat much or do my work
    to well. Today i got a 50 on a test, i usely get 90s, i have to talk to Cella
    and soon.
    Walking out of the school building i noticed
    that i forgot my home work, they just locked the doors to the school to.
    I was almost late for the bus, right as it was pulling off my bus driver
    noticed i was coming. I hoped on the bus and went to my seat.
    There was a boy that sat next to me, i really didn't feel like talking
    today, although he was my best friend that was a boy. "Hey Jenna,
    heard Cella is moving, and that you've been depressed for quite some
    time." Luis was a real friendly kid,but i didn't feel like talking
    to anybody, i just ignored him the whole time. The bus stoped at
    my house, it was a older white house with blue shutters, a huge
    flower garden in the front, roses, tulips, dasies, and banana plants
    filled the garden with color. You could tell my house from anyone else's.

    Ch.2
    A hour after i got home i walked over to Cella's house, to see if she
    was there, right when i arrived i seen a huge moving truck leave. I
    looked in the windows, all her stuff was gone, then i looked at the
    door, a note laid gentaly on her glass door. I read the note, all
    it said was 'EVICTED, FOR SALE.' I figured they just got evicted,
    i didn't want to belive that but that was what the note said.
    Maybe it's just a joke, maybe some heart-less person is playing
    a sick joke on us. Maybe it's just true.
    As much as i thought about it i realized, if Cella
    was being evicted she would have told me, and her parents would
    have moved some where closer then californa. Cella's step-mother
    was very wealthy, she had crystals in the diamonds of her ear rings,
    so rich they had shirts worth more then thier rent, so rich they
    wouldn't be evicted. I was sitting on her porch waiting, waiting for
    my friends return, Now i belive there is no return. The sun grew old
    as the moon grew young, clouds surrounded the town. Lightning screached
    through the night, the thunder shoke the house, the rain turned my hair
    damp as more would fall through the restless night.
    I was getting up to go home after a few hours sitting there.
    I will never forget Cella, I will treat her as a sister even though
    she is gone. My mom came speeding down the road looking for me,
    she was on the wrong side of the road when pulling into Cella's
    drive way. All i could see is two lights, then heard a bang.
    this time it wasn't thunder, in fact it was the sound of two cars
    running into each other.
    I ran up to my mom's car, a pretty lime green mustang
    now had dents in it, busted windows to. My mom was ok, but i still
    called 911. I looked in the other car, there lyed Cella! My tears
    that once have went away, started coming back, big drops going
    down my face as i seen tthe blood on the window of the black
    convertable car, all i could think in my mind now was, Cella is dead.
    The one true friend i had, the one girl who stuck with me through
    thick and thin, my best friend. The ambulance came down the road,
    rushing through the storm. They then took my mom and Cella's family
    to the hostpital, i hope they are ok. I wasn't to sure if they was ok
    or not. I called Mr. Crows and told him what had happend, he said he
    hoped they was ok to. Please Cella, please be ok.
    I walked down the narrow street and pulled out my phone,
    i had two messages. One from my friend Brittney and one from Hannah,
    i met them both on our first day of school this year, but now the year was almost over. Hannah wanted to know if i could go to her birthday party next Tuesday, and Brittney just wanted to say hi. I seen a old man across the street, half asleep on a bench. I quickly closed my phone and walked over, "are you ok?" i asked, all i could hear is him snoring. Then i heard him say
    'tomorrow will be better, you better belive it.' The old man had a bald spot on top of him head, a name tag that said Fred, and he was asleep when he said that. I just walked away, I figured he was ok.
    I had just remembered the note i received at school,
    it was in my pocket, i pulled it out and read it again, wondering who it was from was not hard to do, but finding out was. A quick flash went through my mind of a terrible murder crime, it was on a beach. It looked like a bunch of teens were having a party. And some people was just sitting down, feet in the water talking. Hannah called me after that image, she told me her party was next week end, i just told her i didn't think i'll be going. "My party will be awsome, come on! Every one will be coming." I just replyed with, "even Monica?" I was hopeing not. "Well, no, i would never do that." Monica was a chubby girl in my dance class, every time we danced she said, "move over i don't have any room." As i remembered dance class i rememberd the dance me and Cella made up. She was the best dancer in class, i was the second best. I told Hannah i had to go and hung up, "why was you in a wreck Cella."
    If my mom wasn't ok then i would be worried about her, but she wasn't, all she had was a few minor cuts, she still needs to be at the hostpital to make sure nothing else is wrong though.




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