The cool breeze rushed over my face and tousled my hair. The rain was coming down just hard enough to drench my hair. Everyone was standing around tears in their eyes, and sadness in their hearts. There was desperation and a wanting to have him back. His poor mother was blinded by tears. My heart was aching to have him back, but his body was cold and his soul was gone. You don’t know how many times I have prayed and wished that all of this was a dream. He was gone forever. I couldn’t believe it.
We were all standing around the dug up hole with Mathews casket over it. They hadn’t lowered it yet, but everyone was still crying. Mathew was my forever and for always. He was my first real boyfriend. He was the first guy to say “I love you” and actually mean it. He was the reason I am at my first funeral. I loved him so much. I loved him more than life it’s self.
I stood behind Katharine, Mathew’s mother. I placed my hand on her shoulder as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on my hand. I held back my tears.
I sat silently in the passenger seat of my mother’s car as we drove away from the cemetery. The last few tears I had left were now rolling down my cheek. I closed my eyes and laid my head against the head rest and thought about all the good memories. I know thinking about the good times doesn’t erase the bad ones, but one can hope right?
When we got home I went up to my room and lay on my bed. Mathew. He was all I could think about. I meet Mathew in 7th grade. He was the new kid from Ohio. He was so cute and so shy, but he got the nerve to come over to talk to me. Mathew had beautiful golden blonde hair, with gorgeous green eyes. He was every girls dream. He and I instantly bonded on the fact that both of our fathers had passed away. He was like my best friend, even though I had a best friend. I’d known Mathew for a day and he already knew everything about me, and I knew everything about him. Then just out of the blue he asked me to go to the movies, and ever since we were together. Tillie my best friend was so happy I finally had someone to connect to besides her.
Through out the summer Mathew had been complaining he didn’t feel well, but he quietly dismissed it as nothing. On the first day of 8thgrade, August 17, 2009, they found out Mathew had leukemia. His family and I were shattered, but Mathew knew he was going to die and he still tied to have a normal life. He had so much courage. He was determined to not let the cancer stop him from living what little of his life he had left. Mathew died July 10th 2010, on my birthday. He was 15, and had so much of his life to live, but it was all taken from him. Mathew Henson was my reason for living, and now I have to live in this cruel world without him.
I am going into 9th grade sad and alone. I used to be Sophie, Mathew’s girl, which I didn’t mind. Now I’m, Sophie the girl whose boyfriend died.
“Sophie are you hungry sweetie?” I looked up to my mom and shook my head. “If you get hungry just come tell me okay?” I nodded.
The last few days of summer were like that, a lot of ‘how are you?’, and a lot of nodding. I went into the 9th grade sad and depressed.
“Come on Sophie, please don’t act so sad.” I looked at Tillie.
“It’s kind of hard not to Till.” She scowled.
“Sophie he wouldn’t want you to be sad.” I looked at her.
“Probably not, but it’s hard not to be sad when there is very little that makes me happy these days.” Tillie still had her scowl on. She let out on aggravated sigh.
Okay! I realize there are problems but I just wanted to see how this story plot would go over!
