Bramble looked like an identical mix of her parents. Just seeing Paul sends another waterfall of tears down my face. Taking a deep breath, I get up and start walking towards the podium. After grabbing onto it for support, I take a deep breath, calm down and look at the paper in my hands. "Bramble Elliot was more than just my boss’s daughter. She was way more than that. She was like the daughter I never had, always so polite and helpful. She never wanted any of us to wait on her. Life with Bramble was always a fun, entertaining show. She made us all laugh when she would walk down the grand staircase dressed to give us a fashion show in these huge fancy dresses and shoes with her makeup and hair done, because it wasn't her. Bramble was a simple girl. If she could've, she would’ve just worn baggy sweatshirts and tights every day to school. She even told me so. Bramble thought she was unloved and that no one would care if she left; boy was she wrong. What could've made a sweet girl like her feel that way? Or more so, who? When I read the note on her door,
Bramble looked like an identical mix of her parents. Just seeing Paul sends another waterfall of tears down my face. Taking a deep breath, I get up and start walking towards the podium. After grabbing onto it for support, I take a deep breath, calm down and look at the paper in my hands. "Bramble Elliot was more than just my boss’s daughter. She was way more than that. She was like the daughter I never had, always so polite and helpful. She never wanted any of us to wait on her. Life with Bramble was always a fun, entertaining show. She made us all laugh when she would walk down the grand staircase dressed to give us a fashion show in these huge fancy dresses and shoes with her makeup and hair done, because it wasn't her. Bramble was a simple girl. If she could've, she would’ve just worn baggy sweatshirts and tights every day to school. She even told me so. Bramble thought she was unloved and that no one would care if she left; boy was she wrong. What could've made a sweet girl like her feel that way? Or more so, who? When I read the note on her door,