One Day

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"Be good!" I didn't know that those were going to be the last words I heard from my dad in a long time. I went onto the bus that would take me 4 blocks through Times Square in New York to my high school and there I would go to math, then social studies and then I would take a ride to the hospital to see my father who had a major heart attack and was now in a white bed that was not his own.

I sat down in the chair next to my fathers hospital bed and held his hand I was stressed because my mom had died this way too and the doctors were way too rude, another had just left saying that I should pick which orphanage I should go to because I was only 14 and that Made me feel like a volcano about to erupt and then I yelled "I WISH TIME WOULD JUST STOP!!"

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