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CUT SHORT. " Twelve is too young to die".I thought. there is no more "wishing I were dead".not even a chance to have a "first kiss".writing "unremarkable" stories. not even a chance to say "good bye",but not all is lost, the memories of "a loner girl", is still in thought. as much as the thought of "I love Kyle and being an absolute jerk." but all i want to remember is Prince Charming saying"I shall return, fair princess".But it's too late for me,

I would be your Friend By Christine Nguyen

Olive Barstow was dead. She'd been hit by a car. That was about all Martha knew. The image flashed was imagined: Olive flying through the air, like a bird, and lying in a heap, never to move again. An eerie feeling invaded Martha's body. Martha couldn't shake Olive from her thoughts. She wrote the word OLIVE on the curb in capital letters. 'I feel so bad. I mean, we should have been nicer to her.' She had been trying to piece together the facts about Olive. Martha had thought she'd been making a kind of permanent connection to Olive. If I met you now, I would be your friend, Olive.

Life was changed forever. Goodbee and the ocean's sunset is a memory. Martha loves Jimmy and Tate. Kaboom this summer is the best time of Martha's life. Life is unpreditable. //**
 * //Olive is dead forever.

By: Jadyn Bremer(:

__Sea Creature __

By:Nevin Rodriguez
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