Rest In Peace, Angel.

Today at around 11:25 AM, during lunch at my school, one of the counselors stopped all conversation. She had been crying, I could tell by her face...

Before I tell you what she said, yesterday, May 3rd, 2017, I heard that my best friend, nicknamed Angel, had Leukemia. For those who don't know, Leukemia is a blood cancer. When someone is diagnosed with Leukemia, they have an increased number of abnormal cells, which impedes the ability for the body to produce normal red or white blood cells. (If I make mistakes with this, please correct me.)
Anyway, Angel is a year younger than me. He was diagnosed last Friday, April 28th. The school found out yesterday and told the students and parents.

The counselor started to explain. She said that as we all knew, Angel (she said his real name, of course) was sick. He had Leukemia. She started crying as she continued. She said that a few hours prior, he passed away, surrounded by friends and family.
The medicine he had been given to treat his Leukemia had backfired, and his body rejected it, making the cancer worse. It spread to his brain, ultimately killing him. As soon as I saw her start crying, before she even said, I had that feeling in my stomach. I knew he was gone. I collapsed, and started crying. I had to get pulled out of the cafeteria. My mom had to come to the school and pull me out of school early... my dad came home early, and all I've done all day is cry off and on...

You've finally gained your wings, Angel. Fly free, my friend... I'll miss you so much, but you're free from the pain and depression that once held you here. May we meet again someday.