My friend died today. She was 19 years old. Her name was Kelly Ann Jones. At first I didn’t believe it was true. Then my friend Ally started crying – she never cries. I woke up this morning selfishly thinking of myself. Suddenly myself doesn’t seem so important.
To say that Kelly was special would be an absolute understatement. The girl took on a personality never known to mankind. Twenty-four hours ago she was so real, so