October 15,1993
All at once everyone was pushing and shoving trying to save their lives. I didn't care about my life,I just cared about Walters. Flames were everywhere and their seemed to be no clean air anywhere. The nearest exit was all the way down the hall. I couldn't see anything but I could hear everyone screaming and coughing. The only thing flashing in my mind was Walter. The one thing I hadn't mentioned was that Walter had an amputated leg. There was no way he could get out without assistance.
October 16,1993
I tried. I really did. His other leg was crushed by a fallen plank. He had no chance for survival. I, on the other hand, survived. I only came out with a couple bruises and cuts. Right now I feel like I might should stay away from everyone so no one else gets hurt. But I have to go to his funeral tomorrow. I don't HAVE to, but I feel I need to.
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Why?
Short StoryA girl in her mid-teens begins to ask herself why everything happens to her.
