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i had a friend who died from drowning. He's really awesome. Very talented. He was 16 years old when he died. I never really had a bestfriend in my whole life even until now, not that I know of, but I still do have some friends. But this guy used to be one of my real friends. We were both in Elementary when that thing happened. We actually never had other friends except for both of us. I like what he likes and he likes what I like. We really are good friends. One day of summer, I decided to visit his house and ask him if he likes to go fishing and hopefully catch a fish. He really loves fishing and I don't, but I just thought of going that day. Anyway, on my way there, a stray dog ran into me angrily. The dog was barking really loud. Even though I run so fast, that dog's metabolism was really something, he bit me on my butt. Not much far ahead, I can see my friend's house. Thank God, there was a fence and I jumped over to the other side so that the dog can't bite me no more. My friend was out there watching, seriously laughing and didn't care about the fact that the dog bites my butt. I'm not seriously injured but I can feel the pain and I got some small scratches too. And so I told my friend about my plan to go fishing and of course, no doubt that he agreed. His father owns a small boat, it look more like a canoe to me though. Anyway, we manage to borrow it. They actually living in a nearby river. All things are set. Got worms, fishing rods, and some expired magazines to read. So we set off. We spend like almost two house just by trying to catch fish. And yes, we are in bad luck. I'm not really into fishing, so you can't blame me. :) We came back after that and I started to feel hungry. I told my friend that I'll be back to see him later, I just need to grab something to eat first and heal my wounded butt, because I can still feel the pain whenever I tried to walk. He said, okay. However, he's not satisfied on the fishing we just did. He's desperate on catching fish. He told me that he's going back into the river to wait until he catches one. I agreed. He's been fishing for two years, so I'm sure he can handle himself. Later that day, after eating, healing my butt, and some time to rest. I decided to go visit my friend's house again. I used the other pathway to his house because I might see that angry dog again if I use the same path I used earlier. No one's home. Their neighbors around are blabbering about something. I went over to where my friend usually park his father's boat. I noticed that there's a lot of people in that spot. I wonder what happened? My friend got drowned. No one was there to witness how did this happened. Its just accidentally that another group of people found his body floating nearby his father's small boat. Those people were trying to catch fish too that day. I felt goosebumps. I was really scared. After some couple of days, I visited his house and there stood his coffin. There are a lot of people. I wondered, why are there too many people that shows they care when there are none of them even cares when my friend was still alive? I don't really care. It just bothered me there for a second. I looked at him. He looks like he was just sleeping. I drop tears in my eyes after and think about times we've been through. Then I smiled. There are not many people who really knows how we develop our friendship, even his father don't know that, and there are not many people who shows they really cares about us before. But suddenly, when he passed away, people gathered and mourn. Do they really care? Did they do that just to show sympathy? I have these thoughts on my mind going on like crazy. What if I die? Will this same scenario going to happen to me? Maybe yes. Maybe no. I maybe right or I maybe wrong. But sometimes, I just know what I see cannot be seen by others or they simply see something too that I can't see myself. Simple things does really matter in life. It can make us smile. It can make memories for us to remember something that we can look on the past when we arrived the future. Some just don't care. Some just do. What's good about it? We may feel pain, anger, hatred, guilt, or any negative thoughts at any moment, but the funny part is, we still can smile at the end. :)