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yet another story without a name (legit name)

i can explain, i swear. just, give me a chance, okay?

this one is a bit darker...

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Katrina shoved her backpack onto one shoulder and picked up her euphonium (a small, tuba-like instrument) case with her other hand. "Bye Mom," she called as she walked out the door to go to the bus.

Her feet slowly trudged along the all-so familiar route. Katrina allowed her mind roam as she auto-piloted to the bus stop. She felt stress heavy on her shoulders, almost as heavy as her book and homework filled backpack. Almost as heavy as her euphonium case.

As her mind wandered from thought to thought, Katrina slogged closer towards the bus stop. She was almost there. Not quite, but almost. Almost to her friends. Almost to laughs. Almost to fun.

If she had only paid a tiniest bit more attention. If she only listened more attentively, snapped out of her thought for a moment, stopped thinking for just the smallest amount of time, her life may not have been jeopardized.

As she crossed the last street before arriving at the bus stop, Katrina forgot to do the most simple, natural thing that every kid learns to do. She neglected to look both ways. In her thirteen years of life, never had she ever seen or been in a car crash. She was never scared into it, didn't really know the possibility of it.

There was a flash of red before she knew what happened.

She woke groggily in a hospital, where she learned what happened. That night, she died.

The driver was horrified at what she had done. Many think it was her fault. Well, let her explain. Listen, before you blame her too.