I could see her. Her about to be torn to shreds, eaten by a coyote. Though thoughts ran through my mind. I could've helped her. I could've saved her. Why didn't I help? Maybe if I would've gotten help, she'd be a regular, normal, crazy in the head tween. And maybe I wouldn't be stuck in the desert. We could've been a happy, regular, normal, insane family. That was all lost the day my family and I got lost in the desert.
(Next part tomorrow)
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The "Double Crosser"
Short StoryDisclaimer: This is a story I wrote in fifth grade. So it might not be up to your standards or whatever. just remember that if it ever seems lame and naive. And no I'm not a writer. I WAS BORED OK GUYS. Basically, a family gets stranded in the deser...
