I stood, crying and holding a candle. I held my candle outward more, thinking since I was crying so hard I may put out the fire. People were also standing with candles. There were friends, family, school mates, teachers, and people I didn’t even know all standing in silence. Some whimpering some looking down, praying. Pictures of the people to be remembered lay in lines. Some stood certain, one was the most important of all.

This was not supposed to happen. To much happened all at once and sometimes I wonder if things could be different. What if they were still here? Would I have changed the way I did? Was this fate and meant to happen? To find out we need to go back to when it all started. Hi, my name is Summer and this is my story.