The Day I Died.....

The Day I Died.....

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I grabbed my school bag and kicked my door open. My baggy jeans hung loosly on my legs. " Would you hurry up! Your sister will be late!" Shouted my foster mum. I breathed in and out three times. I bit mt tongue before I could response and get a good hiding from my foster dad when he got home. I was only forteen then but I will never forget what happened that day.......
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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