France. At the very top. The nice breeze. Everyone is screaming,running. I enjoyed the last few seconds of me being on top of the Eiffle Tower. But it wasn't enough.
My friend Sophie pulls my shirt, she pulls me to the bottom of the Eiffle Tower. I try to fight her, at last she lets go. I run back to the top. Once I feel that nice breeze on my face again I stop and start to cry.
I remember the night my mom died. She always wanted to take me to the Eiffle Tower. February 8,1987 my parents started to fight. They taught till 10:23. My mom went outside to get away from my dad. She sat on our metal bench. The lightning was coming closer,closer, and then a scream. My moms scream. I didn't do anything but lay in my bed. I was trying to think that it was someone else, someone who had the same scream as my mom.
The next morning on February 9,1987 I walk out of the front door. I see my mom laying on the ground face down, blood dripping from her head. I walk over to her, bend down and roll her over. My moms eyes were red and wide open. My mom was dead.
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Eiffle Tower Incident
HorrorGaby's mom does in a lightening storm. Gaby also does in a lighting storm again,again, and again, when will she do it for real. She wants to go.
