Part 9

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It's Monday. Remember when I said 'Bad morning' to Four and he told that it wasn't a bad morning? Whell this, today, is a good definition of a bad morning. First off it's a Monday. Second it's a freaking morning. And third I lost my best friend.

I go downstairs to fix some cereal, and turn on the News.

"Local girl hurt severely in car crash." The news woman says. That sucks. "The local girl goes by the name Marlene Shaw."

Did she just say Marlene Shaw? As in my best-ex-bestfriend? No, no she couldn't have. No.

"Here are her parents now."

The camera turns to the shadowy figures then the light reveals their faces. No, those those those a-aren't h-her parents. I-it can't be. But it is.

I run to the door and grab my jacket on the way out.

I see a huge crowed of people looking at something. More like someone. I shove my way through the people rather abruptly. I get passed the people, but not the police officers.

"MARLENE!!" I start screaming. "MARLENE!! MARLENE!! MARlen..." I get cut off by my tears. All of a sudden I feel warm strong arms wrap around my body.

Four.

He's the last person I wanna see right now. I carefully unravel myself from him, and walk home.

This, my friend, is what a bad morning truely feels like.

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