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Jaron Narrative

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I didn’t wake up to a call from him today, which was strange. He always called me the second he woke up.
He probably just didn’t wake up to his alarm, I thought to myself.
So I called him, again, and again, with no answer. I figured it was no big deal and went on with my morning routine. I threw my hair up into a bun with my favorite grey scrunchie, slipped into my favorite hoodie and made my way to my makeup stand. Once I finished my makeup I took out my scrunchie and ran a brush through my hair, clicked on my curling iron and curled away. Piece by piece, in perfect little spirals. After every curl, I glanced at my phone, checking for a call, or a text from him...nothing. I went on with getting ready, opening the drawers to my dresser while sprawling every article of clothing I owned on the floor.
“Nothing to wear, nothing to wear,” I repeated as I searched for an outfit.
I found a pair of black leggings and picked up …show more content…

“Hello Mrs. Scott,” I said, shocked to see her, “Is Jaron home?”
She opened the door to where I could see her red, puffy face which looked as if she had been crying.
She says, “Come in, sit down we need to talk,” while cracking a faint smile, as her tears rolled down her face.
I just stare politely back at her, as I slowly walked in.
“What’s wrong” Where’s Jaron?” I asked, as she quickly gave me a hug. I began to get worried, I could tell it was bad and my eyes filled with tears.
She handed me the newspaper from this morning that had tear spots, probably from when she first saw it. It was headlined “Student of Lakeshore High Killed in Accident.” I immediately started crying.
“He was on his way home last night when another car had crossed the median and caused a head-on collision with Jaron. When the paramedics got there, he..he hadn’t made it. The paramedics knew how to save a life but didn't make it there in time to save his,” she said while trying to hold her tears

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