The last thing I remember is being told he was dead.
I remember the feeling in my throat, that made me feel like I couldn't breath. Along with the stinging in my eyes indicating that I was about to cry. Then the wetness of tears started tumbling down my cheeks and off my chin. I ran to my room got to my bag and grabbed my phone. I tried to call him but the tears just turned into a river of salty water burning my eyes and soaking my shirt with no one picking up the phone. Finally I convinced my self he wasn't gone and could see enough to dial the number again. The phone rang and rang, nobody answered, my heart sunk and tears came again.
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FantasyYoung Elizabeth looses it all and the only sibling she has left is Jessy. She falls in love at age of 17 with every girls dream guy. He's got it all the looks the charm and the brains, there are so many pretty girls at school she has no idea why he...
