My parents were so proud of me, especially of something I accomplished. This is one of my happiest memories and, sadly, also the 1 I have of my parents. They 2 in one evening when some drunken men crashed their car into them.
From then on, I was 3. I missed them greatly, but 4 surprisingly well on my own. If they were alive, they would be most 5 of the moment I met my best friend, Eliza Jones. I'm also most proud of that 6.
It was a June evening. I was seventeen years old and sitting on a tree branch, listening to the music the water created under the bridge. Just then I noticed a(n) 7 appear on the bridge. Suddenly it stopped on the top of the bridge and 8 to the river.
I 9 up and launched myself at the falling figure. I had never swum at this 10. I had to catch it; 11 I would never forgive myself. I swam faster and faster and 12 the figure. I laid the person on the riverbank and found it was a girl, about my age. She asked me why I tried to 13 her, I said I couldn't just watch someone didn't 14 her life. Then we talked and I found we both liked to read about fairies.
We 15 anything except the reason why she was there that night. She told me she was a writer who wanted to travel around the world and write amazing fantasy novels. I was glad she had a 16 for the future. Even so I wouldn't 17 myself to ask her why she was so sad that she would throw away her wonderful 18. I just said, "Tomorrow morning the sun will rise, bringing with it the 19 of another start." Minutes later, she said it was time that she should leave, but promised she would continue living well. After that I had a(n) 20 memory of the bridge.
