How is it that if someone punches you, you feel anger or hatred towards them. How is it that love someone at a young age is wrong. What if you know that the person you think you are in love with is the last person you ever see. Thursday 12:47 pm-- Samuel and Jenn are coming home from a school dance. Jenn is fourteen and Sam is the same. They are in love. Their parents disappoved of their relationship because of their ages. On the walk to Jenn's house the couple crosses the street. Sam says Wait, for Jenn's house is two houses down. They stop and just stare into each others eyes... Time slows and the world is spinning. Bright Lights! They kiss. Sam opens his eyes and ears only to hear yelling and calls of distress. He tries to sit up but someone pushes him back down. His eyes search frantically to find Jenn, but she is nowhere to be seen. He feels a needle prick his arm and his vision blurs... The doors to the light close and he is overcome by darkness. Now he lies in his hospital bed crying. Both of his legs are broken and his head is cracked. But that is not why he cries... He cries for Jenn... A drunk driver. A senior at their school. A never knowing, never wondering, never concerning person killed Jenn that sad night...