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I am going to write avout my dear friend Piper. I consider her story a tragity. I knew Piper for a grand total of three years. I met her in seventh grade in science class, boy did we have a blast in that class(hey that rymes). We would sit there and giggle as our pre-adultence minds twisted thing to make them sound werid and totally wrong. And it began to go down hill from there. I don't know exactly when it began but some point between seventh and eigth grade. Piper began dumping on my, she purposely treated me like crap, and at the time I was too stupid to realize it. During eight grade I swear I particily lived at her house, I kinda felt like family, in fact some of the family thought I was related to them. Which brings me to the first tagity, Piper missed a day of school which was rare because she loved school more than anything else. At first she refused to tell me anything as always. Of course her 'best' friend Glory knew and was sworn to secertcy. I didn't end up finding out untill after school. We were exchanging IMs and she finally came out with it, her grandmother had died, I had met her grandmother on several occaions while 'living' with Piper. She was the sweetest grandmother I had ever met far nicer than mine. She asked me to go to the funneral and like a loyal friend would, I went. Glorry did not go I was the only one that went, the rest was her family and my grandmother. Open casket, I didn't dare look. I thought this would bring us closer. It did for all of about a day, I'm not kinding, just a day. I went to the party afterwards, mostly the father's side showed up even though the grandmother was from the mother's side. The father's side was arbic, from Jordan, wonderful food, slightly scary people.At the time I had long wavy hair just like Piper's on her way out a woman kissed me on both checks, both Piper and her sister, Alice, giggled. Our friendship was worsing day by day, in ninth grade Piper was completely ignoring me and then procedded to tell me flat out I was not welcome to hang out with her and Glory at lunch. I finally was allowed to hang out with her again and things were going fine untill i told her something I was asked by our English teacher to tell her about a test. To her the way I said it sounded aragent and got pissed off at me. Here's the problem with Piper she doesn't get mad at you right away she just goes home fumes, then decides she mad at you. The next day she came to school and ignores me. When I ask whats wrong, she says "I'm mad at you". I ask why and she told me I should know why. I had no ******** idea as usal what the hell she was talking about. I don't think we ever made up after that because I heard she was moving to some growing town by the capital. By now I still hadn't quite figured out everything when the second tradgity hit. Piper's oldest brother, Angel, signed up with army when he turned eighteen. Less than a year later abou a month before his birthday, Angel was struck in the neck with a mortar shell, instantly killing him. He was patrolling a 'peaceful' part of Iraq. When he was killed he was standing on the most portected part of the tank. He was only nineteen.
I went to the funneral, first the mass on sunday, and then on monday the actual funneral. The army men brought the casket in and stood beside it. The women sat on one side, and the men on the other. Catholic church songs were sung in arbic, the preist spoke english but with a harsh accent, he talked about Angel. Angel's higher ranking officer, who was in charge of him when he was in training spoke, then Alice spoke and the tears came. Then Angel's friend spoke, heartwreching. It was open casket, everyone besides me went and saw him. An elderly woman began singing in arbic, I couldn't understand what she was saying but I was later told that she was singing his wedding song, the song that would have been sung at his wedding but since he died before he was married they were sung at his funneral. The army men beside his casket, were trying so hard to not to cry. They wheeled him out into the hurst and thus began the mile long funneral prossesion. There were far more than one hunderd cars, if not five hunderd. At every intersection police stopped traffic for at least a half a mile. When we stepped out of the church it was raining to make a perfect funneral. Piper and her family traveled in the black limo. It poured down on us as we stood on the wet, muddy grass, freezing. The army men lined up on the crest of a hill behind us. I watched them carefully, I knew they were going to fire their guns. Bagpipes began playing as the family payed their respects my lip began to quiver as my legs would have if I could feel them in the percing cold. My grandmother and mom began sobbing. I hoped my mother wouldn't scream when the army men fired their guns, she didn't. Slowly the crowd pealed away and we left for city hall. Many people were fasting, I couldn't do it if I tired, I'm one of those people who eat to make myself happy(fortunly i don't get sad often). His metals were shown on a table for everyone to see. my mother said something about her fathers metals, i had no idea her father was even in a war. After dinner Piper and Alice were pleasent considering what had just happened. I went over to their house, I saw Dark, Angel's dog and it made me sad that she was never going to see her owner again. After that Piper began being mean again. I made a beautiful scrap book to give to her, I never had the guts to give it to her. So it sits hidden away, I did not have the guts to destroy it either. Piper finally moved, my brain said 'good redence' my mind said 'make amends'. But I knew that was never going to happen. About a week after school, she IMed me about school, and then began yelling at me and procecced to block me. For about a week she was on my mind, while my brain said '******** her'. then she got to me without even being anywhere near me. Pier was the second person in the world to ever make me feel so bad that I cried.

This is a true story about my friend, part of me still believes her to be my friend. For the share of bad times we had even more good times. I will never forget Piper and her family.
Piper's brother, Angel, was a real soldier in Iraq killed at the horrible age of nineteen. All names (even the dog's) were changed because I'm still afraid that she find me and kill me.
Maybe one day we will see each other and you will decide to forgive me for being a good friend.