Dear death,
I know why you killed my family. Because you had to. You have a job to live up to and you are afraid if you don't do it, you'll be rejected.
But you won't be rejected. I promise.
Even though you killed my family, I love you. You taught me the lesson of self-expression.
And I know expression can get you into a lot of places.
Sincerely,
Samara Cohen
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The Last Night
Teen FictionSamara Cohen struggles with family complications, depression, and bullying just before accidentally burning her house down and being the only survivor.
