I took two of my friends home that day. We turned out of the parking lot of the school and down the road, the road was always backed up but not like this. There seemed to be some kind of accident at the bottom of the hill. We were in a hurry on our way to go pick out our winter formal gowns, so we pulled into a drive way and went the other way. Curious what had happened we stopped by Tara's house to see if her mom had heard of anything. For some reason we stayed at her house for about 45 minutes. Tara's phone rang, she picked up like normal, although her face dropped suddenly. A frown crossed her face the voice on the other line had informed her that he witnessed the accident and was the first one to the scene. He wondered who had given Jason a ride home from school that day. We weren't sure. He thought it was Jason that he was checking the pulse of but he could not make out the face. He had been injured too badly. He could not find a pulse and neither could the paramedics.

Jason was pronounced dead at the scene. They said that the driver, another one of our friends, went to pass a car and saw another car coming in to his lane he swerved back, over correcting the turn he rolled his 84' Toyota 4runner. Everyone else in the car was ok a few bruised and broken bones although nothing major. Jason was the only one not wearing his seatbelt. The other guys in the car told Jason to hop in the back where there were no seatbelt. That next week was the hardest week of my life, trying to cope with the loss of a close friend, going to view the remains two days later. He just lay there silent we all stared at him with tears in our eyes waiting for him to sit up and crack one of his jokes. We all gathered together to get past this tragic event. Well a year and a half have passed and I still think about him a lot. All of the feeling comes back when I hear a song or make my visits to his parents house or the cemetary.

- Anonymous