Destiny
Her name rings in my ears. I turn over and see the rest of my room stretch out in front of me, spinning, mocking me. The light grey carpet seemed to be laughing at me, the white drawers glaring at me. I groan in pain, and open the draw. I grab a pile of Polaroids at the very top, which were tied together with a light blue bow.
I flick through them, reliving the memories of each one."Do you like your new dress Destiny?"
"Yes" She answered my mum, doing a twirl around the garden.
"Should I take a photo ?" I said. Then I took it. She looked really cute in that dress. I turn to my wardrobe, my head banging. The dress was hanging up, grass stains at the very bottom. It smelt of her. The whole house does. Sometimes I walk into her room and sit on her bed. I don't go to my grandparents house anymore. The presents are still in the wardrobe.
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Destiny
Non-FictionMade to raise awareness of Destiny Champagne, a girl who died at just four years old after accidentally hanging herself with ribbon. Destiny will forever live in our hearts as the cute, animal loving, kind girl she was. Rip Destiny, 2005-2008 Side...