I used to have a best friend. He was with me through thick and thin, through everything. His name was Seth. He was 19, and very kind to me. When I cried, he would comfort me. When I screamed, he'd fight away all my fears. We met in 3rd grade, and we instantly became good friends. It was in 3rd grade, October 15th and I was outside,playing in my mother's garden. She had died 6 weeks after my birth,and I was yearly allowed to be in her garden. I would chase butterflies, plant flowers, or just sit on the grass and read stories to my mother. I imagined her ghost lived in the garden. But,one day, I decided to be careless and climbed a tree. My father has always been fond of my mother's big oak tree, which has been around for 14 years. I knew it wasn't wise to... [Read More]
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