It was the morning of the prom I ran excited to my desk beginning to get ready ,but my makeup. Where is it? I looked around everywhere basically tearing the place apart. Just as I was losing hope, I sat on my bed staring at my fishbowl.
"Might as well feed you," I popped open a small Fish Flakes container and I closely watched as I sprinkled the small flakes into the bowl.
As I watched them eat I realized my makeup was in the fishbowl. I reached in and grabbed everything I could recover with my two hands. I sat down once again to finish whatever was left of my plan.
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A lost friend
Randomabout a person who eventually dies or has a happy ending either way its fine and you end up crying,laughing ,dying.