I was just four when I meet Chrisy. She was my bestfriend and we would not leave eachothers side. She was small then with a short, brown bob and the blueest of eyes. I, on the other hand, was a lanky child with wild frizzy hair and brown eyes. Chrisy was my only friend and I hated the idea that she would soon not be.
One day in the middle of summer when we were about 10 chrisy and I went to the beach with are other friends. I felt wierd as I did not like many of the girls who had turned up but would have rather it had just been me and chrisy. Anyway I did not have to wait for long as that day a massive storm hit sussex and blew my world a part.
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The Marshmallow Cloud
Short StoryAs chrisy walked down the aile she finaly realised her life was great. She was marrying the love of her life and owned a small vet business. Her only regret was the marshmallow clouds.
