My Worst Nightmare
Comments(2) I love my family. I love my friends. But why did this happen? Is god punishing me? I
don’t think I did anything wrong. Why Becky? Why not my dumb annoying brother
James? Becky was the closest person in the world to me. We told each other
EVERYTHIING. Even after being at school together for 6 and a half hours we called
each other every night and talked for about an hour. I loved Becky like a twin sister.
“Becky Stevens was a lovely girl. She did her work, she obeyed her parents, she got
along with her teachers, and she was loyal to her friends.” Father Rick stated. Becky’s
mum stood up and sprinkled holy water over the coffin. She then went and read a
lovely speech, she must have lots of guts to do that. Becky’s parents asked me if I
wanted to say anything, but I said no, I don’t think I would be strong enough to say
anything. I feel so sorry for Mrs Stevens. Becky was their only child, she was their
little angel that didn’t do anything wrong. Well that’s how they saw her, the Becky I
knew was pretty wild around her friends. In the past year she got about 5 detentions,
forging her parents signature in her planner every time. As far as her parents thought,
she was a saint.
After the funeral we all went to the cemetery, Becky’s grave is next to her aunties.
“Coocky Cathy” as we called her died about 2 years ago from cancer. She was really
nice, every summer she would let us come over and swim in her gigantic pool.
There were a few people from our class at the cemetery. Amie, Maddy, Harrison,
Jordan and Chantell. Life is going to be hard without Becky, I think as I lay red roses on her coffin. I’ll miss her so much, she was the bestest friend anyone could ever have.
Today is the first day back at school without Becky. The Police are here to interview
some people. When it’s my turn we go into Miss Reelmen’s classroom. The Police are
just asking me about if I knew where Becky was going last Friday evening before she
was hit. “Who was driving the car that hit her?” I ask the sergeant.
“I don’t think you’ll want to know, Becky.” He says softly. It was a hit-and-run so
they have obviously caught the murderer. “But I do want to know, they ruined a small
part of my life.” I say trying not to cry. Too late, the water works have started. I
haven’t cried since when I just found out that Becky was gone. “The person has
confessed. They will be put away for 10 years.” He says looking around.
I look outside as I wipe away the tears, there is a crowd gathering around a police car.
I stand up and walk over to the window. Mrs Loine is in cuffs and being pushed into
the police car. “That monster!” I yell, “I bet the old bat did it on purpose!” The officer
walks over to me. “She’s being punished for what she did,” he says “That’s all that matters.”
“I guess.” I whisper. I miss Becky so much.
