It was her, my friend, sitting in a rocking chair. She turned to look at me then I saw it, her face half gone, rotting off her face. At first I was in denial, but then she came for me. I took out my switch blade and prepared for her to get closer then once she did, I stabbed her in the brain. Tears streaming down my face, from me just killing my childhood friend, or at least what was left.
I forced mt self to continue through out the house still letting the Niagara Falls flow down my face. Until I got down to the garage. I grabbed all her dads tools and started moving stuff around until I saw it with dust covering all it's glory. A sword, a samurai sowrd with a blue handel in a long blue case. I stood there admiring it. It was the most beautiful thing I saw. I took my friend's dad's old guitar an the sword and carried it to the house. I didnt bother looking at the other houses, I didnt even finished this house yet and I already struck gold. I went in to the house and sat down. I took the strap off the guitar and has sewn it on to the handel and case of the sword. I put it on to made sure it fit and it did. It was like a perfect match, like it was ment for me and only me.
I walked outside about to tell my parents what I found, but instead I found them staring at a car pulling into our driveway.
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The End Of The World
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