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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Death · #1311923
it is for a project for my creative writing class.
Mother, it had started out as another day in our household. We were fighting like we always do before I go to school. You had always told me how you had hated me for ruining your life when you had me at seventeen.

Father, I am sorry that you won't one day walk me down the aisle. I am sorry that I had to die today. I am sorry that I couldn't life up to your expectations. Father, I am sorry how I was a big disappointment.

It was another day at school. I was heading to my last period of the day and I was thinking how mad I was at you, because you wouldn't let me go to that party. I went into my last period class which as you know is P.E. and you know how much I hate that class. Well I had walked into the locker room and boy did it smell. It smelled like sweaty socks and old clothes. Their was three or four benches, in a row, to put our stuff down. Their was three rows of lockers against the wall.

I set my stuff down and went to my locker and grabbed my stuff out to chance into. I went to the other room where they had shower and the curtain to give us privacy while we changed. I changed out of my school clothes to my P.E. clothes.

I remember hearing the other girls screaming and I came running out scared. Their was a girl in our dressing room that had pulled out a gun. She was talking about how the others girls had treated her bad. That they all had to die. Then the girl had started to pull
the trigger. Then the next thing I remember was I was looking down at my body. I knew then that I was dead.

Mom, dad, please don't cry. I want you to know that I love you very much. I am here for you. I will always be your guardian angel and I will watch over you. I am looking at my own furneal and I am seeing the people that I love very much crying for me. Tears are in my eyes and I felt them slipping down my checks. I reach out to you mom, dad, but you can't see me. I see how you are hurting and I am sorry.

Mom, dad, I hear a voice whispering to me. Telling me to come home. I don't want to, but it is pulling me. I love you mom and dad and I will see you one day in heaven.
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