Emma drove 10 miles more, she finally found the cemetery. She looked around, trying to find the grave of Ethan Dolan.
She stopped. a drop of cold rain began to fall onto her head. She looked up seeing a rainy, gray, cloud began to form. "Shit." She turned the flashlight on her phone, on. She looked at each grave, and she saw the one with letters carved, 'Ethan Grant Dolan'. She began to cry. She didn't want to let the journal go.
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Only 15 minutes before my birthday. Who's getting nothing for their birthday, again? Me! Yay! So, I decided to go to the lake and bring a couple of essentials. A stool, a rope, and a bucket. Wish me luck. I'm not coming back. God knows that.
-Ethan.
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FanfictionA 13 year old boy, who felt like he was lonely, disrespected, and ignored. Wrote in a journal that he poured his feelings out to. Do not steal my ideas, please. :)
