I can remember it like it was yesterday even though it had been fifteen years. I had dreaded my second year of fifth grade coming to an end, since it meant that Miss.Pointy wouldn't be my teacher anymore. I never really enjoyed school, or the whole idea of learning it was just another way to show that I wasn't as intelligent as my other piers. But after my second year of fifth grade that  all changed, Miss.Pointy didn't make  me feel like I was an outcast. I had had many friends, but I never felt so close to anyone, well that was until Miss.Pointy came along,she taught me that“ It doesn't matter what other people think of you, it matter what you think of yourself”.

Once  the school year had come to the end Miss.Pointy  had made a promise that neither of us had broken to this day. On the last day of school right before I  had left the classroom for good Miss.Pointy had pulled me aside
         she said” Sahara can you keep a promise.”
almost immediately I replied “yes.”she told me that  she was really going to miss having me in her class,as I would miss being apart of her class.
         she said“I know how much you like to write, maybe as much as I do and a writer can always use a little help. So how would you like meeting me every friday at the town diner to write.
              I replied”yes, that would be amazing.”
Miss.Pointy and I had first started this tradition when I was 11 and ever since it had become a weekly event.  Miss.Pointy had become such an inspiration to me, she always knew what to say, everything she said had such value  it. Like the time she told my mother
    “I have never failed a student, they fail themselves.” From that day on I knew I had noone to blame for me getting held back, but myself. Ever since that day I  had always tried my hardest, and it paid off because I had always suceeded . Miss Pointy believed in me and thats all I really ever needed, that one person to push me to a place I never thought that I could reach and eventually help me succeed.

Whenever it had been a hard week, I always knew to tuff it out because my annual friday night get togethers with Miss.Pointy always brought a smile to my face. Which was exactly what i needed after this week; my car had broken down, and to top that my husband had just been laid off.   I didn't think that the weak could possibly get any worse. Friday had finally come, I don't think I have ever been so anxious to meet with Miss.Pointy. I was running a little late, but it didn't seem to matter since Miss. Pointy wasn't there, which was a little peculiar since Miss. Pointy was never late infact she was always early. I called her several times, still no answer; just as I left the diner and got into my car I got a phone call. The caller  I.D was from the local hospital which I thought  was very peculiar. I picked it up immediately
I said “Hello, is something wrong?” with great concern
The nurse said “yes, I am sorry that i have to be the one telling you this but Daniel Pointy has just been pronounced dead.” in an angelic tone
I dropped my phone flabbergasted, and started balling my eyes out. I rushed over to the hospital as fast as I can, sprinting in the doors to her room, screaming  “ where is she,” as I balled my eyes out, just like something you see in a hollywood movie. The nurses holding me back “saying we can’t let you see hear like this, she wouldn't  want your last memory of her to be like this. I nodded
then asked “how”
the nurse replied “someone ran a red light and she was hit head on, she was pronounced dead at the scene, apparently she was headed to the local town diner. She handed me a note and said “ this is for you it was in the passenger seat and was labeled sahara, thats you right.”
I nodded yes still in shock of what had happened. I took a slight glimpse at her as i left and said my goodbye. When I was finally alone in my car I opened the package, it was a book that i had never read but always expressed interest in but never read .Due to the fact that I couldn't find it in any bookstore or library even though I had searched every bookshelf that my eyes crossed paths with. Inside was a note that said” You may have stopped looking but I never did, you never give up on your dreams from the first time I met you why now? I know you wanted to read this more than anything.” I couldn't help but cry because in her last few precious moments I was the one she thought of , and I couldn't help but cry more at the thought of never officially saying goodbye or thanking her for everything she has done.

Two days later when Miss. Pointy was finally put to rest, I couldn't speak at her funeral it was to hard for me to develop the idea of her not physical being with us, even though she’ll always have a special place in my heart. Her family had known how inseparable our bond truly was, so I was allowed to put a few momentos in her casket along with the rest of her family. I put a note inside thanking for getting me to where i am today since i never got the chance to hug her again, I also put it my first entry ever “I am a writer,” and with her help I am, I am a New York Time best selling author, I truly will never be able to repay my debt to her.  From then on I visited her grave every friday, around the time we usually had our get-togethers, I read to her, and sometimes just talked, even though she couldn't actually reply I always knew she was there listening. Miss.Pointy made me feel special and not the kind I got my nickname for.