In a small town near Dallas, Texas, lived a beautiful girl named Grace. Grace was about seventeen years old and was in her last year of high school. She was incredibly smart and loved to have fun. Grace was known by everyone. She never hurt anyone and was a very fun, outgoing person. She was very involved in school and community activities. She always kept her parents and family proud of her. .
Grace came from a very strict Armenian family. Her parents always demanded the best of her and she never let them down. Grace's family kept their old traditional cultural ways and also expected Grace to adapt to them. It was very hard for her because she was living in the "American" society trying to keep her Armenian heritage alive within her. She went to a public high school and was introduced to many different lifestyles. At first, this all came as a shock to her, but she eventually adapted. Grace loved to be by people and was very enthusiastic about being active in school activities. She always helped out in a club or organization and worked in close ties with all her teachers and administrators. She never complained when a task was given, and always did it on time and accurately. She was a perfectionist. Unfortunately, as they say, all good things must come to an end. In her senior year of high school Grace was a victim of a tragic, fatal car accident. She was in the passenger seat of the car her best friend was driving. It was in the evening time and they were on their way to a meeting. The car spun out of control and went into a tree. The driver survived, but Grace passed away.
When word got to her parents they were hysterical. They couldn't believe their ears. They went down to the hospital and until they saw her body they wouldn't accept that it was their daughter who had just passed away. They kept saying she's too young to go. She still had her whole life ahead of her. Later that evening word got around to all of Grace's friends.