Alex

English 90
3/8/10
Last summer when I was in Costa Rica I found out my good friend died. It went from focusing on my family, the white sandy beaches and clear waters, to realizing she was no longer here. The part that hurt the most was that I was 2,736 miles away. I felt helpless because I was so far away, my friend was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.
At the lunch table with my family in the 85-degree humid weather, I sat in shock. I heard my family talking about what they were getting to eat and the waiter asking them what they wanted to drink. I hear the movements of my nephews fighting with their silverware. I felt my body heavy in my seat and my phone heavy in my hand. The bright screen was making my eyes hurt from reading the messages over and over. I sat there as the warm Costa Rican breeze brush across my face and warm tears rand down my cheeks. I could feel the tears dripping from my chin to chest and I started to taste the salty tears on my lips just staring at the screen on my phone. My niece, in a concerned tone, asked " What's wrong, Christi? Why are you crying?" I heard her but I was not listening because my thoughts were lost from the shock. I feel my nephews little arms hugging me. I tell them, " My friend died in a car crash." I could feel my voice cracking and it was hard to breathe. I sat there trying to hold back the tears from coming buy they came down like a bad rainstorm. I can hear my family asking me questions about her but I couldn't reply because every time I went to talk the tears would just roll down my face. The waiter comes with everyone's food and I could smell the fresh seafood and golden brown French fries from the restaurant. My stomach began to feel heavy like there was a 500 pound person sitting on me. My family finished eating and we begin walking around the hot, humid city. I walked slowly behind everyone listening to my Ipod so no one can hear me cry.
I remember it started to rain and thunder...