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The Day My Friend Died

I didn't know what to feel when my mom told me that my best friend died. I wanted to know what happened, how, when, where, why? But all I could do was sit there and stare into space. I
couldn't cry because I couldn't believe that my friend died.
When I finally asked how, my mom wouldn't tell me. She said she don't want me to hear the awful things that happened to my friend I saw the fear in her eyes. That's when I knew she was dead. I cried for two weeks straight I didn't go to school; didn't eat. I had to find out what happened. So I went to my friends house to ask her mom. She was willing to tell me. My friend was taken from the park and beaten to death. They found her by the trash in a valley. I grew up a little more and it was time for my collage graduation. I will finally be able to put the guys away that are just like the ones that beat my friend. I did it all for her.

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