I went to Perry Heights with Avery. We rode the bus together to school and back. I lived just around the corner from her, on Cambridge. My little brother went to Daniel Wertz with Sydne. I'll never forget the day we all found out what happened to these ladies. The school bus wouldn't take us home. My dad had to come to school and pick me up. Once I got home, of course I walked to the end of the street to see what was going on. I was shocked. I think about these ladies often, especially around the month of April. They are forever missed.