The girl stared. Outside her window, a procession was going by. The mysterious people were somberly trudging down the well-traveled road. They held a rope, and the tears flowing were enough to flood the city. The procession stopped at the park across the street from her house. A man dressed in black stood at the front of the crowd.
“We are here today to mourn the passing of my angel. She lived a tragic life of only fifteen years. Nobody saw it coming, what she did to herself.” At this point he choked up and could not continue. The girl closed her curtains and turned away.
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Gone (NaNoWriMo 2014)
Teen FictionThey were just trying to help her. They did the opposite. Soon, she was gone.
