July 29, 1988

Today is a horrible day. My friend James got in a bad motorcycle accident last night.

He was on his street bike and was driving home late at night. He hit gravel and laid the bike down and slid underneath a van. He had his helmet on and it was wedged underneath so he couldn’t get out. From what I was told he yelled for help for a while before someone heard him. The paramedics were called out. Luke’s friend Issac went out on that called and told Luke what had happened.

He said both of his legs were broken pretty bad. I think he had other broken bones. He was taken to the hospital. I was told he was going to be OK.

My friend and I were on our way to the store. We stopped at a stop sign and friends of hers pulled up. They asked her if she had heard about James dying. That pissed me off. Something bad happens and all of a sudden everyone’s his best friend.

I had no idea who they were but I told them they didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. I told my friend to just drive. I told her that her friends were assholes who shouldn’t talk about stuff they knew nothing about .

But I had a bad feeling. I couldn’t shake it.

We got to the store and I went inside. I saw Austin’s dad. ”These kids just told me that James died, can you believe that?”

He just looked at me and didn’t say anything. My eyes filled with tears. He put his arms around me and told me how sorry he was that James was gone.

I turned and walked out of the store and ran right into my friend Victoria. She was crying so knew she had just found out also. We hugged each other and sobbed in front of 7-11.

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