Someone could die.
Someone could be born.
Someone could smile.
Someone could frown.
Anyone could do anything.
I am here, on my deathbed. I had a good life but I am slowly losing it. I remember all of the good times and all of the bad times, but mostly the times I spent with friends.
I was always with them, my three friends. They were named James, Ben, Tiffany, and then me, Carrie.
All that was going through my mind at the moment, the moment of my end, was my friends. The people I knew my whole life.
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Short StoryFollow the adventures of four young children as they venture through every treacherous turn that is life.