The day when my best friend Jessie died was the worst day of my life. I remember the day the clearly, we were laying down on the couch watching "the sex tape" on Netflix. I was half way sleep when I heard the smoke detector going off. I looked around me and saw that Jessie was not next to me. that's when I saw the flames rising, my first
instinct was to leave the house but then what about Jessie he was some where I just don't know where. The flames were getting closer so I ran to the front door where the table had collapsed on a body. oh crap the body of the person has dark hair and tanned skin like Jessie. that's when reality hit me that it was Jessie I screamed and ran towards the back door since the front door was blocked by the table. Once I made it to the back door I glanced around me everything was ruined. on that note I opened the glass sliding door and ran outside were I can hear the sirens blaring down the road. I kept running the farther I was from that house the better. When I finally reached the end of the block, something clicked. I just left my dying best friend to burn in my house were I did not even try to save him. I dropped down to my knees not really knowing what to do.
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eat lots of ice cream and don't die
love damsel in distress
