Mackenzie

=Ms.Bonnie's Death= By,Mackenzie Parker

When my parents told me about Ms. Bonnie's death,it was a few months after it happened. They waited to tell me because they knew i would be upset. After they told me I felt sad. More than that, I felt shocked: I had never imagined people would do things as horrific as this. Ms. Bonnie's death made me grow up.

I cant help thinking about the details of her death. I imagine a beautiful balmy day on the Washington beach. My preschool teacher, Ms.Bonnie (who was divorced) is running on the beach, kicking up sand and enjoying the sunny day. She runs past the boardwalk next to the entrance and notices her boyfriend standing there looking out at the sea. She walks up to him and chats, but he seems drunk and crazy. Then the beautiful day turns into a nightmare. That was the moment her boyfriend killed her with his shot gun. That was the day my preschool teacher was murdered. I'd never heard of a story like that before.

To get over the sadness, I looked at all the good times I had with Ms.Bonnie. One of my favorite memories of Ms.Bonnie is when we took a field trip to Ocean Spray cranberry bog and experienced the factories' loud noises. When I was a little girl, I absolutely hated cranberry juice, but now I drink it all the time. Sometimes I think back to when I was little and my family went everywhere with Ms.Bonnie. We had the best times and the best moments. I can picture the day I ate lunch at her house: we sat on her front porch eating salad, watching the hot sun set, cooling the grass with its shadow. Theses memories help me focus on the good things.

Thinking about Ms.Bonnie's death has helped me mature, by not asking my parents why this happened, but asking myself these questions. It has taught me not to count on other people to help me. It has helped me to have confidence in my self. And to remember life goes on, to know it's the circle of life. You will always find happiness somewhere else in your life. It has taught me how to be a friend to someone who is hurting (because you know how they feel.) It has helped me learn to cherish happy moments and overlook the sadness in life, and not to always think about the person who did it and not to point fingers.

I Imagine a dead corpse sprawled across the sand,her tan skin now pale from loss of blood and investigators dissecting the body and notifying loved ones about what has happened. That was the day my preschool teacher was murdered. And the day I heard about that I grew up a little more.