The Ghost Advice Horse Journal

You Judge

"Mom?"I called."Mom!"

I looked around the huge crowd. No one. I couldn't see her light black bun over the heads of everyone. As I locked my bike to a street pole, I felt strong hands clasp over my mouth.

I screamed for help, but the traffic made me sound like a whisper on the Fourth of July. I kicked away at the person. He finally let go of me, and I ran across the street, not looking back.

And that's when I ran into her.

She carefully looked down at me, hugging me. I could tell she was shocked. A little girl had just ran into herb arms.

"Are you okay?"she asked, her voice calm and melodic.

"N-no,"I said, crying.

"Who are you?"

"I'm ___,"

"I'm Tiffany."

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