“woo!” It
was the time I was waiting for my mum promised that if I was good for a month I
would get to choose were we go for our next family outing. “mum I know where I
want to go I want to go to the mountains.” We were walking and walking up this
really high mountain and well… “Ah…!” we had fallen then we realized the
mountain it was too high. Mum had fallen on a really sharp boulder and sadly
died dad had also died and so did my brother and it was all my fault. Why.
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