if you haven't seen this movie your childhood isn't over yet.
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i opened the door, being careful not to make too much noise. i had just come back from an art museum, something i did by myself once in a while.
i slid off my high top converse, placing them onto the shoe rack. i made my way to my bedroom, trudging through the living room to get there.
"oh my god!" i heard my mother gasp, and i looked over at my family who sat, backs leaned over, on the couches. my dad was standing, his right arm holding the other that held onto his chin. he rushed to embrace me in his arms, holding me tightly.
"where have you been, we were so worried about you." i heard my mom's sniffles in the back, sounding like she was recently crying.
"i was at the museum, why were you worried?" my dad let me go, letting me get full sight of my siblings saddened faces.
"i tried to call you and text you." a tear fell from my mom's eyes, and i didn't get why my family was so distraught. it was only eight at night, and i'd been home much later plenty of times.
"my phone is dead." i held up my lifeless black phone, to show her i wasn't lying.
"she must not have heard then." i heard my sister, mabel, whisper softly. everyone turned their heads to her, then back to me.
"h-heard what?" my fingers began to shake, why was no one explaining anything.
there was a moment of silence before my dad was the one to finally get the long awaited words out.
"ethan dolan, is dead. they found his body in the woods while you were gone. they think he fell off of a rope swing and hit his head."
my world felt like it was spinning, and it came crashing down on top of my lungs. my chest was pounding, i felt like i couldn't breathe.
"i-i'm sorry honey. it's why we were so worried." my legs walked away, but my mind stayed in the same spot, not comprehending what was possibly happening.
i began to run out of the house, barefooted, sprinting down the pebble road me and ethan lived on. i saw flashing blue and red lights when i made it to their driveway, seeing policemen talk to his parents.
they're red eyes looked at me, holding a look of grief. his mom, began walking towards me, tears falling from her sad eyes.
but i ran.
i couldn't take even more pain knowing he meant so much more to his parents than he did to me. he was my best friend, my only friend, but he was their son. i couldn't imagine the heartbreak they induced.
my calloused feet carried my legs away from the road, onto the path that led to the kingdom. i felt rain hit my face, and it mixed with my salty tears.
i made it to the stream, the water risen and rushing away. the rope swing that we used to swing across the water was broken, half of it gone. they probably took it with them, as evidence.
caution tape was placed around, but the one thing that stood out was the big oak tree that fell down, connecting the two sides of the river bank, like a bridge.
the bridge to terabithia.
i smiled through my tears, dedicating the bridge to ethan.
i knew he would like it.
he would probably decorate it with fallen branches and dead leaves, then make me paint dancing trolls on it. after i was done painting, he would make me laugh by imitating it.
his imagination was one of a kind.
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what is one word to describe the school year you had?
mine would be eh
