Wednesday, May 21, 2014
The day I heard about Ally Schlienfield's death-- It was morning, and Mom gave me my lunch bag to bring to school. I was giving her a peck on the cheek, when the news report came on, saying Ally had died, falling off a tree and breaking her neck. We were shocked. Ally and I had played Wedding together in Kindergarten. We ate lunch together every day last year in the third grade. We were close. But this year, when her dad died, she changed. She didn't want to eat with anyone, much less play Wedding. And we'd drifted apart.
❀ Written by Liana at 6:52 AM