jamaica0535
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I do not know if i should post her picture.
Victoria was a beautiful blond cheerleader, scored 780 out of 800 on the math portion of the SATs, had good enough grades to attend an excellent university, popular, and generally one of those people you meet and think "She is perfect", i did not know her well but i attended her funeral because i felt like i should pay my respects to someone who had more potential to do wonderful things than anyone i have ever met.
The only thing about it was, she was an oxy user and the night she died had also been drinking, she lost control of the car and rolled it while not wearing a seat belt. It was 2 days after christmas, end of the first semester of her senior year. Her funeral was on New Years Eve.
The strange thing about it was, her favorite number had been 52 (she was a numbers person) from what i hear she saw it as a symbol for change and new beginnings. The day she died was on the 52 week of the year.
Over 1000 people, including myself attended the funeral.
Another odd thing about it is that not a lot of people knew she did drugs, which made the stories around her death vary by how they knew her. It seemed like most of the drug users knew it about her but none of us ever really told anyone. When i heard about it i was told not to speak of it to anyone. She was a closet druggy.
I remember the morning i heard about it, my little sister woke me up at like 7am and said "guess who died?" and i told her i didn't know and she told me what had happened. I had to call a friend of mine to give him the news, the sad part about that was he was in boston visiting his uncle who died of cancer like a day later....
Victoria was a beautiful blond cheerleader, scored 780 out of 800 on the math portion of the SATs, had good enough grades to attend an excellent university, popular, and generally one of those people you meet and think "She is perfect", i did not know her well but i attended her funeral because i felt like i should pay my respects to someone who had more potential to do wonderful things than anyone i have ever met.
The only thing about it was, she was an oxy user and the night she died had also been drinking, she lost control of the car and rolled it while not wearing a seat belt. It was 2 days after christmas, end of the first semester of her senior year. Her funeral was on New Years Eve.
The strange thing about it was, her favorite number had been 52 (she was a numbers person) from what i hear she saw it as a symbol for change and new beginnings. The day she died was on the 52 week of the year.
Over 1000 people, including myself attended the funeral.
Another odd thing about it is that not a lot of people knew she did drugs, which made the stories around her death vary by how they knew her. It seemed like most of the drug users knew it about her but none of us ever really told anyone. When i heard about it i was told not to speak of it to anyone. She was a closet druggy.
I remember the morning i heard about it, my little sister woke me up at like 7am and said "guess who died?" and i told her i didn't know and she told me what had happened. I had to call a friend of mine to give him the news, the sad part about that was he was in boston visiting his uncle who died of cancer like a day later....
