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Maddison

Maddison

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My sister is called Maddison, but she is also my best friend. I came back from my school trip from Spain today; Maddi isn't home. It was just me, home alone. I'm quite worried, but she probably has just slept at her friend's house. I shouted her again, still there was no answer. I thought I'd be a bit nosey and go into her room and steal some of her lipsticks or mascara. I turned the door knob, and pushed smoothly against the door. I screamed. My sister is lying on her bed... She's not breathing. She's been shot!
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