Lines
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There's a lot of lines. You see them every day. You yourself are a line starting the day you were born and finishing the day you're gone. Some are beautiful lines. Others are ugly. Like the ones under your sleeves and the jokes in the musicals. But amidst all the lines, no one would notice if one more was missing... ___________________ What if you woke up one day to find your best friend missing, and not just missing from school. Missing off the face of the earth with everyone who had known them to have no memory of them. Forgotten.
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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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