But thats not what happened. That story is a milkshake with whip cream and a cherry on top. But my life, well right now, is just a chocolate milkshake. No whip cream, no cherries. Not even sprinkles.
What happened was that during the crash, he woke up. Turns out he wasn't that drunk. Once he realized what was happening, he woke up. He was the first one to die.
When I arrived to the scene, I couldn't reconize him. He was all bloody and guts everywhere. I hugged my sister and surprisingly I didn't cry.
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Short StoryBut thats not it. It didn't end like that. This isn't one of those stories that end with a Cherry on Top. Of course not. This, is my life. A/N: This is actully my life, I know how everything went and I will write this as if I was stuck life glue to...
