Baby, I was Born to Survive
Chapter 2
During third period English, my teacher decided to assign us
the book, ‘Looking for Alaska,’ and of course,
everyone turned to look at me. Our teacher, Mr. Talbot,
realizing what the worst possible outcome might be, told the
class to quiet the few whispers, and to begin doing the
assignment he had handed out the day before. I just sat there,
in that cold, hard, wooden desk. I wanted to cry. I wanted to
scream. I wanted to… Disappear. Just like Alaska. My
older sister had meant so much to me. She was my best friend.
Alaska wasn’t just another girl in school either. She had
straight A’s, and a GPA of 4.0, was the MVP of the girls
basketball team, and student government leader. A lot of people
would say she was perfect, but I knew better. Alaska had her
flaws, just like the next human being, the next person. She was
lactose intolerant, slept with a stuffed giraffe, and fought
all the time with our parents. But to me, Alaska was perfect.
She was beautiful, funny, gifted, and had lots of friends. Now
though, now she was six feet underground, dead and cold. The
truth is I missed my older sister. We fought a lot, almost
every day. Despite that though, I missed her constant
encouraging, her stubbornness, and her intolerance of hate. I
missed everything about her. Alaska was important, special. And
then she was taken away from this world, taken away from
me.
