A girl from my school was killed along with her four younger siblings;

Her name was Maxine Harrison. I didn't even know such a person existed until this monday. She was just one grade above me. I spent the entire day just trying to picture her face. Not until just a bit ago I figured out what she looked like. You know, she was that one girl I saw practically everyday leaving my first period class. I never said a word to her and now she's gone.

Just knowing that this girl who's my age, who I walked by everyday, who was taught by the same teachers as I am is dead makes me feel sick.

But most of all, it put my life into perspective. As I was getting ready for bed last sunday night, I was just dreading the thought of having to wake up and face the monotony of school once more. But then I remembered those five Harrison kids who were taken from this world just days before. Any one of those kids would have done anything to take my place in those boring classes. It made me realize that I really just need to appreciate what I have and that I'm lucky enough to be able to live. I will live my life to the fullest. I won't let an opportunity pass me by. I will make something of myself. I'm glad to be living and that's enough.

So anyways,
May God bless the Harrison kids.