I had a bad dream. Jack and I was falling. I felt like I should be happy, but I was sad. And scared. Especially when I saw broken and mangled wings coming out of Jack's back. They were a scary color of red.
Mangled is a weird word. I heard it on the news. The police had found the kid that went to Jack's mommy and daddy's house. They said that he was mangled. I didn't know what that means, so I asked daddy. He was drinking his other adult juice. But he always drinks this one in the morning, and mommy doesn't get sad when he drinks this one. Daddy said that mangled meant torn and destroyed. Mommy said that at least the kid was in heaven. I told her he was at Jack's mommy and daddy's house. Mommy gave me a worried look. Jack said that the kid would never go to Heaven. He said only good kids went to heaven. Not meanies. I'm glad. I don't think that the kid should go to heaven anyways.
During school, one of the teachers yelled at me when I was playing tag with Jack. She told me to stop running around indoors for no reason. I told her I was playing with Jack, and she only got a bit more mad. I think she was just grumpy and having a bad day. Normally she's really nice, and stops the other kids from being mean to me. Jack still got mad at her. I told him she's usually nicer to me, but he was still mad.
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My Friend
Short StoryEllie's life isn't the greatest. She has no friends, and she's made fun of at school. Until, on her 9th birthday, she meets a new friend. The best friend she could ever have! But, is it possible there's something wrong with him? Things start to go...
