Two years ago my sister was killed when her and I were walking down to the local supermarket about 2 miles away from where we lived. We were talking and laughing and that's when we came to a big intersection. We waitedfor the signal to say we could safely cross the intersection. When all the cars stopped at the red light, the walk signal said we could cross. When we were half way across I looked to our left and saw that someone driving 80 miles an hour ran the red light. I yelled at my sister to watch out and I tried to push her out of the way but before I could do so it was to late. The car smashed into her sending her flying backward. I ran up to her mangled body crying, picked her up and ran to the sidewalk. While she was speaking her last words and taking her final breaths, I told her I loved her and that I will never forget my little sister Hannah, she said to me she loved me too and that I was the best brother anyone could ever have and I sat there crying while holding her hands and telling her I loved her so very much, she stopped breathing and I kissed her forehead several times and said I love you again and I will never forget the greatest sister ever. I closed her eyes and said don't worry I'll see you again soon.

This is a true story that happened two years ago. When I was typing this I started crying. I hope you can support me as I'm still having emotional troubles about the event. And like I say yip yip yippy is out.