First World Problems

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(I have 4% battery. This is the end. Hopefully I can get this out. Goodbye. I have no charger. #firstworldproblems)
Ashlie's POV:
Me and JonJon sat on our sleeping bag playing truth or dare. Cory ran in, tears on his face, and hyperventilating.
"Cory?" I was scared, nothing good ever comes from tears.
"Uni's dead.." Cory stated.
"What?!" JonJon yelled. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!"
"He hung himself." Cory started to leave.
"Cory, are we gonna go to his funeral?" I gestured him to explain.
"If he really dies. They got him down as fast as they could. If he doesn't die, we'll send flowers. If he dies, we'll go. Or we'll watch it live, they might set up something so we can watch, if we don't come," Cory left the room. "I'm gonna go tell them."
"Don't tell Tommy, he has enough going on." I said.
"Shred on, Uni, shred on." I whispered.

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