Chapter Seven

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I went home and sat in the corner. I heard the reporter announcing the news of my tragedy to the country on the news channel. Everything she said and my family's cries and screams were literally inaudible as I watch the clip of my body being brought out of the lake. Pictures were taken and videos were recorded. My sense of hearing suddenly came back when I heard her say, " Such a pretty girl. Almost too pretty to be dead. I wondered what led her to this decision ? "

Pretty? Almost too pretty to be dead? Yeah, I guess it's right. No one notices you unless you're pretty or dead. Maybe in this case I was both so I got more attention. Pretty and dead... I must have caught a lot of attention now.

"... That's it for the news report today. Have a great night, we will see you tomorrow. "

And then the telephone rang. It was my grandmother. I could hear her voice stuttering. I could imagine her in an utter disbelief. I could visualize her face filled with teardrops. I could hear her screaming at the top of her lungs and tell my father to tell her it was all a hoax. She didn't want to believe it. It's too sudden to be true.

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