NEVER TOO LATE

"I read the message. I reread the message. My body turns to stone and my hands become clammy as I hold the cold metal phone, which is slowly becoming warmer as my flesh turns to ice. What is she thinking?! I push the chair away roughly so that it bangs into the desk behind me. I briskly walk to the teacher's desk. My best friend is thinking about ending her life and I'm stuck in this tedious class, is all that is swimming through my mind." -Jacquie Lampignano