The walls close in around me…. I was sweating profusely, every thought running through my mind: “I can't even believe this happened. How could this have happened? I don't even think life is worth living after what happened. He was my best friend, why did I let this happen to him, I didn’t even say goodbye to him.” This is a bit like how people act/say when tragedy happens to them, as it did to me. Let's start with how I met my friend. It all started on a Monday in September 2013. I remember that day because I was always late on Mondays. As for Monday, which is my hardest day of the week, my first class was math; my most hated subject. As I soon got to class, to my advantage, class still hadn't started. I quickly found a place at the front of the class because people always told me “learners always sit at the front”. My first glimpse of this friend was calm, polite, and an exchange student! Yes, my future friend was an exchange student. At first I was skeptical about becoming friends with him. Classmates noticed their childish remarks to ...