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The Prep Dress
Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t the actually dress itself that was hideous. Just the color. I hated the color pink… with a burning passion. I mean if the dress had been black… or even blue, and a little less… well dressy than I would totally wear it. But PINK! My mom should have known better. However, my mom unfortunately doesn’t know how to listen.
The Break Out
As I tried to stop, my heals ended up sliding and my head slammed against the door. I heard a roar of laughter from inside. ‘Why is me running into things so funny?’ I thought. Once I was composed, again, I opened the door and scurried inside. People where staring again, both because of my outfit and I had just run into the door.
A Believable Death
Much to my horror, Sam wasn’t there the next day. That empty seat haunted me. All day, it was the only thing I could concentrate on. The lack of his presence.
The Empty Casket
The next day a letter came for me. This is strange because I never got mail. I sighed as I ripped it open. The first word that popped out at me was ‘Funeral’.
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