Sandra Jones Is Dead

 

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Local Teen Falls From Cliffs

Local teenager Sandra Jones is dead after a fall from a cliff. Officials can neither confirm nor deny whether it was intentional, only that she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol. She was last seen leaving a party on Friday night, then discovered Saturday morning by a local man walking his dog. He called the police once he had ascertained it was too late to call an ambulance. Her mother has been informed.

Locals remember her as "happy" "caring" and "lovely". "She was such a sweet girl," One teacher recalls, "Always singing in the corridors and laughing in class. An absolute joy to teach. Her life ended too soon." Her family and friends have not come forward with any comments, although one did say "She's in heaven now. God be with her." She was a student at the local high school in her final year, taking Biology, Maths and Chemistry. She was due to go to Edinburgh in September, to study Medicine. She also entered and won two poetry competitions outside of school: her poetry was featured in the Writers' Monthly magazine once, and published in an anthology once.

Her funeral will be held on April the 10th in St. John's Church. Her mother says anyone is welcome to attend and pay their respects, and that there will be a buffet in the Ship Inn from 4.30pm onwards.

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T Van Santana

Love that introduction! I also really like how you use different forms and POV to tell the story. Very cool!

Oh Mrs Jones (I'm So Sorry)

Oh Mrs Jones, I'm so sorry
That you had to hear it from me
I knew she'd snuck out before
But I thought this time she'd have the decency
I lost sight of her after a couple of drinks
And when I saw her last I should have called the police

She said "Hey I'm going to the cliff
Thought I'd end it all with one last fall
Do you wanna come too?"

Oh Mrs Jones, I'm so sorry    
I was frozen so completely
I honestly thought she was kidding
And it came as sort of a shock to the system
We all thought that she was happy
I never thought she'd do this

By the way, I'm going to the cliff
Thought I'd plant some flowers in the twilight hour
Do you wanna come too?

Oh Mrs Jones, I'm so sorry
There's so much more I should have done
I just stood there in shock
While Sandra drove off
I thought about calling you
But I found I couldn't move

Hey, I'm living with it too
The guilt about what I didn't do
It's not just you

Hey, I'm just checking in
Your house is quiet but I know you're in
Your car's outside

Oh Mrs Jones, that's a lot of pills
And this time I, I won't stand still
Yes, I've got an emergency
My friend's unconscious
She's taken some pills
Could you send someone please?

Oh Mrs Jones, please wake up
I can't lose you too
It's too soon

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Sandra Jones' Mother Is In Hospital

Sandra Jones. An ordinary name. If you didn't know. But you did know. Sandra Jones was your best friend, and now she is dead. You had grown up with Sandra Jones, played in her garden when you were seven, had sleepovers in your house when you were ten... attended her funeral when you were seventeen, and too young, really, to have lost your best friend. You had been over, after, to deliver your condolences and offer help to her mother. She had accepted.

The first few weeks you had cleaned her house and made sure she ate properly – and kept her company. Then one day you just blurted it out. "She told me she was going to do it. I'm so sorry." And you both cried together. After what felt like an hour, you managed to get the rest of the story out. "She told me but right as she left. She asked me if I wanted to come too... Oh, Mrs Jones, I was just frozen in fear, I'm so sorry." You sobbed out, your words broken by the sheer amount of guilt they held. Then, that evening, you both went to the cliff she had jumped off, and placed some flowers there.

The next morning you had gone over to make her and yourself some breakfast before your first day back at school. It was a big morning for you, since you were the last to go back and not entirely sure you wanted to. She had insisted you go, though. To get into uni. To have a future. "To have what she couldn't." She had said, and that was the calmest you had ever seen her.

You knew she was in since your clock read only 0800. However, the house was quiet. There were pancakes on the table for you, but something seemed off. She wasn't... She didn't seem present, though she had to be. She had to be. You ran upstairs to find her – not in the bathroom, not in the bedroom- oh. She was in Sandra's room, a bottle of pills in her hand that had been half full the night before. You knew it had been half full; you had taken to checking how many pills were left on your way out. You didn't hesitate this time: you called for an ambulance. Within half an hour she was away in the hospital and you...

You didn't go to school that day.

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Enter NATASHA

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Dear Sandra Jones

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Sandra Jones' Mother Is Awake

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You Told Me, Sandra Jones

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Placing Yellow Flowers On A Cliffside

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