The final days of junior year were what sent my world spinning. It was June 26, 2018, to be exact. The day was hot, but not sticky and uncomfortable. It would be a couple of days before I would receive my report card and could check my Regents scores. I had been relaxing at home when I got the news. A classmate of mine had been killed crossing the street right near our old stomping grounds. I quickly ran over to the spot while on the phone with a friend. The ground was bare and not many people were around, the only audible thing was the hum of slow-moving cars. I was in total disbelief and was ready to say the news wasn’t true, but soon other mourners began to come and pay their respects to the saturnine street corner. How could anyone kill a seventeen-year-old so violently? It didn’t click then, but as the following days progressed, the pieces began to fill in.
The driver was an octogenarian who she could barely see anything, let alone, what was on the road. In the Queen’s DA report,
After analyzing everything about Maddie, from my earliest memory of her to how she went, I changed my personality. Despite us not being close friends, I had always admired her. She was patient, empathetic but also was fierce when she needed to be. She wasn’t afraid to call someone out if they were being rude or hateful. Besides being unafraid, she was one of the most encouraging people I’ve ever met. The last thing she said to me was when I become famous, give her a call. She had always said my art was museum quality and that’d it would be big. Although I am no longer pursuing art, I have definitely taken up her motto of encouraging others with their passions rather than discouraging them. Her words meant the world to me, and if they can impact someone else just as much, I think we’d be in a better place right now as a society.