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I want to say that my mother would NEVER EVER hurt me or let anything bad happen to me. I was the child that had everything in life to be happy and I was. I grew up in a loving home and there were no problems. I met the person of my life at the age of 17 and after a year of living together I moved in with him. I was one of the main reasons that he and his parents were supportive of him in every way. He was getting straight A's and loving all his classes. I was on the swim team and very active and accomplished. I was able to accomplish many things. I was going to college to get my degree to become a teacher. My parents never said it was bad to be on drugs, they said I had to make my own choices in life. My mother knew that he was in a crack house every single day and was for many years but she just wanted him to get better. My dad had to fight tooth and nail to get him into treatment when he was drug dealing. There was a big race at a school where the girls sports team was at. The object of the game was to take down a ball and it had to fall into the net of the female teams basket. I was the only girl on the team that didnt like the game. I was the only girl that was afraid of heights. The point of the game was to keep the ball in the air as long as possible. To accomplish this the girls would bounce the ball off the back wall of the gym against all the ball girls that were grouped together after the game. My boyfriend and I ended up against the back wall. My boyfriends arm was extended to catch the ball. I looked up and I saw my boyfriends hand go up. I saw his body move and looked down to see him on the floor. I kept the ball in the air and I looked around for him. He got up and started running towards me. I tried to ask him what happened and he said that he tripped.