Tasha the grass

It was a clear day. the sun was out, no cloud was to be seen.

I heard the screaming cries in the background. me and my brothers and sisters looked around . it was mowing day.

Are mothers and fathers, aunts and uncles, grandmas and grandpas have warned us about today.

I was so scared. I was going to be turned into fertilizer . I will be in the ecosystem to help break down dead bodies.

Screams where heard from all around.

My best friend Shakira was crying.

"I'm never going to be a Latino pop singer! that was my one true dream."

"At least we get to die together."

As the roaring sound came closer I came closer to tasting death.

I saw the evil cat run by. Tuna. tuna was satans worshiper.

"See you never losers!" said tuna .

As the blades started above the horizon. I prepared To feel pain.

I closed my eyes and focused on the chirp of the birds.

I felt a sharp pain in my middle. I was cut in half!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MY CHILDREN!

NOOOOOO!

I WAS TOO YOUNG.

WHAT A WORLD,WHAT A WORLD.

those words could be heard all around the yard.

I flew into the street. alone. cold. bleeding. dying.

I would never see my family again.

I would never be married, or have children, or go to collage.

I was ready to die. I closed my eyes. and my life flashed before my eyes, as a kid in a bicycle rolled over

Me flattening my to a road.

The end.