Bringing Back The Past

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Prologue

"Ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy, ashes ashes we all fall down" me and my friends sang and laughed as we spun around in circles then fell to the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Who wants to play tag?" A short boy with dark brown short hair and blue eyes like the ocean hollered.

Then he lightly hit me on the shoulder yelling your it and smiled which showed his crooked teeth. Then he ran away before I would have the chance to catch him.

That was the day we became best friends, but it definitely did not stay like that. Although I wish it had.

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