Eight-thirty in the morning
I wake up. I quickly stand up and run to the mirror. I look at the girl standing right in front of me. I touch my face. I’m still alive. This is amazing. I quickly get out of my room and run down the stairs to see my lovely parents and Cameron. They’re all in the dining table. Suddenly, I feel a little too dizzy to talk, but i manage to say, “Mom, Dad.” My head is spinning like crazy. I don’t know what’s happening. It hurts. “I think I...”
I guess this is how everything ends. Me blacking out, and then nothing. It’s too early for me to die. Too early in the morning. I actually got everything planned last night. I wanted to do a lot of stuff today with my family and Cameron, but I guess that’s not going to happen. I guess I won’t be able to do that anymore.
I just really hope that my family and Cameron won’t forget to smile and stay strong. I really hope so.
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Seven Days
Teen FictionCameron wipes away my tears as he says with a soft smile, “I bet the angels are singing right now.” I smirk and say, “Why?” “Because another one of God’s angels is coming back home,” he responds with that soft smile still on his face as another tear...
