It was a day like any other: I got up, went to the bathroom, had breakfast and went to school. But when I entered the classroom everything changed suddenly. Because in the place next to me, which was usually empty, sat a schoolgirl whom I had never seen here before. Without looking away from her, I sat down in my seat. "Hello, I'm Kenji. And you?" I introduced myself to her in a friendly manner. But she didn't answer. She just sat there with her head bowed. After waiting a little longer to see if she would answer, I went to my friends and we talked about the last math lesson. When the bell finally rang, we all sat down again and the teacher said loudly: "Perhaps you have already noticed, we have a new classmate. Cosima, please introduce yourself." The girl next to me slowly got up and step forward. Then she turned to face the class and I saw her face for the first time.Fascinated by the sight of her, I stared at her. Her dark blue eyes contrasted perfectly with her black hair. Her face was almost symmetrical, she seemed perfect. In short, it was beautiful. She opened her mouth and spoke to the class in a soft, clear voice: "Hello, I'm Cosima Angeli. My birthday is March 12th and I am now 15 years old. For 5 years ..." I couldn't understand the rest of it, because I was so enchanted by her voice that I began to dream. I didn't even notice how she sat down and the teacher started class. Only the ever louder shouting of my name pulled me out of my dreams back into the real world and I looked into the angry face of the teacher. “KENJI!” I immediately jumped up, as any student who was called had to do. "Uh ... yes?" "Answer my question!" "What ... was the question ...?" I asked a little hesitantly. The teacher's face darkened even further. "Put!", he ordered with a sharp undertone in his voice. With a low sigh I let myself fall back on my chair. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at Cosima. She turned her head to me and smiled. Immediately I was in a good mood again and worked the The rest of the lesson did well to improve my bad grades. Then finally, after 30 minutes of endless time, the relieving gong sounded and the whole class made their way to the music hall, where a happy music teacher welcomed us the parlor! Today we're making grades in audition! "Great ... I knew there was a catch to this happiness!" Ah, a new face! ", stated the music teacher as Cosima walked past him and looked for a seat. Since she was the last one, he closed the door and went to the teacher's desk." Well, as I said, we make grades in the audition. I have different pieces to choose from here, who would like to start? "Nobody answered.Most of the students among us hated auditions because their voices were breaking. And the few who had already broken their voices couldn't sing well. "Well, then I have to choose one of you. The new one, what's her name again ...?" He glanced at the class list. “Cosima, please start.” She got up and went to our music teacher to pick out a piece. After going through all of the sheet music, she decided on a piece that spanned several octaves. She stood in front of the class and began to sing. The music teacher was amazed, because she hit the notes on the note and her voice sounded firm and sure. Their singing was wonderful. So clear and pure. Yes, almost beguiling. We all listened to her and so it happened that we lost track of time. Even our teacher was so impressed that he just let her keep singing, song by song, until finally the gong rang and we had to take the break.Still dreamy, I started a conversation with Cosima and got to know her a little better. That's how I found out that she had taken singing lessons as a child and that her mother was also a singer. She also told me that her father died 3 years ago, but she didn’t lose her smile during the whole story. And that's what I admired about her. Unfortunately, the break passed far too quickly and we went to our classroom together for the next lesson. A double lesson in English was waiting for us, but I knew that with Cosima I would get through it without any problems. And I was right: no sooner had the lesson started than it was over. During the break I talked to Cosima again and the last two hours of school went by in a flash. I accompanied Cosima home for a while until we parted ways. "Do you know the way from now on?" I asked her again to be on the safe side. "Yeah, don't worry," she smiled, turned and went into the street.Then she stopped again and said, without turning around, "You are really nice, Kenji ..." I felt myself blush. "Y-you too ..." I stuttered. "We'll see us tomorrow."
But when I got into the classroom the next morning, she wasn't there. And even after the bell rang, the seat next to me was still empty. "I ... have to give you a sad message ...", the teacher began with a depressed voice. "It's about your new classmate, Cosima Angeli. She ... had an accident ... and she didn't survive it ..." I was amazed. That couldn't be true, surely it was just a bad joke! I just didn't want to believe it, but it was true. The teacher hesitantly told us a little more about the accident and it was difficult for me to hold back my tears.
The funeral took place a few days later. I kept asking myself 'why? Why did she have to die ...? 'But I just couldn't find an answer to that.When everyone but her parents and me had already left, the coffin was lowered into the grave. I knew she was inside and when the coffin hit the floor I realized I would never see her again ... I took a deep breath, walked closer to the grave and closed my eyes. "She was like an angel who came to proclaim the good news of love and immediately disappeared again ..."