It was just a normal day, like any other day I've had, and today was Thursday. I was in chemistry class with my friend, Lydia, and as usual, we were doing anything BUT chemistry. I heard a strange noise from outside, like an explosion or a crash of some sort, but I thought nothing of it and went back to talking with Lydia about pointless things. Everything was fine until my teacher received a phone call from the office. She called my name and told me to come over to the phone. I answered by saying hello.

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"Hello, is this Sarah?" I nodded, even though they couldn't see it. "I am very sorry to tell you this, but it is extremely important that you are aware. Your parents and your sister, Rose, have been in a terrible car accident." The person on the other end of the phone kept talking, but I just stopped listening.

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I could feel my eyes start to water up, and soon tears started to roll across my cheeks. I inhaled sharply and let out a small cry. Lydia turned towards me looking concerned, but I couldn't make eye contact with her. I just stood there, letting the tears fall from my eyes. I covered my mouth with my hand to try and stop myself from making any more noise, but I just couldn't.

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"Are you still there?" I heard myself say yes to the person on the phone.

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She started telling me that I was allowed to leave school in an hour, after they called my aunt and uncle, who were next in line to take care of me if something were to happen to my parents. They live in Victoria so it would take them a while to get here, so until then, the lady on the phone said that I would have to stay at home with my older sister. I silently hung up the phone and turned to my desk. I walked over, sat down, and put my head on my desk. Then I cried. And not that silent cry that I was doing before, I mean full on cry.

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"Sarah, are you okay? Did something happen?" I turned to Lydia and I tried to explain, but I just couldn't.

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I was hiccupping too much to get anything coherent out of my mouth. I now had the full attention from my classmates, something that I have never had before, and not long after, my other desk partner asked what's wrong. I looked at Lydia and she explained to her that she didn't know.

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My teacher came over to my desk and asked me if I wanted to go to the washroom, or get a drink. I nodded my head and walked out of the classroom. There was a bench right outside the washrooms so I sat down, brought my knees up to my chest and closed my eyes. I felt a slight tap on my shoulder and I looked up.

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"May I sit beside you?"