Elizabeth Jane
By Emily Garrison
Grade 5
Fort Street Elementary School
My name is Elizabeth Jane. I died on July 24, 1997 in a car crash. This is my story.
It was the summer of August in ’95 when I was driving home from my cousin’s soccer game. I drove past my best friend’s house. She has a cat that she got from her father before he died that she loved so dear. As I was driving past her house, the cat got loose and ran in front of my car. I ran over her cat and jumped out of my car in horror. I saw the mangy cat dying, under my wheels. I lifted him up and took him to the door and knocked on it. My best friend, Abbigal, opened the door. When she saw the cat, she burst into screams and tears. She said that the cat was the only thing left of her father. I was saying over and over I was sorry and that it was an accident, but she was too upset to listen. She said that she would get me for it, that I killed something of hers. She said she would take the most important thing to me. And she did. She took my life.
Two years later, Abbigal said she would take me shopping with her. We took my car, but she volunteered to drive, so I let her. That was the biggest mistake I ever made. We were driving around a sharp turn and she let go of the wheel and jumped out, leaving me in the car, going off a cliff. The car went off and I went down. Before she was out of sight, I could hear her laughing, although with a worried face. She had walked away, as though she hadn’t seen anything at all.
As the years passed, people began to forget about me and moved on with their lives. But I didn’t let Abbigal forget. It was her 19th birthday and she took a trip to her aunt’s house, who had died awhile before me. I came back to get revenge from her and wanted her to pay the price for it. Her own life. She got settled in the day she got there, and that’s when I arrived. When Abbigal was getting ready to go to bed, I went in and as she opened the door to the bedroom, I was standing in the doorway with a steering wheel to remind her of what she did to me. She was puzzled to see me there and didn’t know what to do. I looked at her and turned away to the window, then I went into the kitchen and stood by the sink. Abbigal tried to imagine me not there and went to bed.
I went in and said, “Do you remember what you did to me, Abbigal?”
She shrieked. I stabbed her in the chest and the red stuff came oozing out. She died slowly, saying, “Why? I’m sorry!” It was too late for that now. I left and went to the sky and she went to the ground. She never learned her lesson and came back to life every once in awhile, making a new friend and killing them every July 24 for revenge.
