“HELLO?” I yelled down the hole, the noise echoing down the tunnel.

“Who are you talking to?” My sister asked as he walked I in to my room. Then, without me saying a word, “Oh-“

I started to go in. “Jacob, NO,” she said, “I’m supposed to take care of you. You have no idea what’s down there!”

“So?” I asked, “don’t you want to find out?”

“No I definitely do not,” she replied, “There could be a murde...

I’m grateful

Grateful for my family

For my friends

Grateful for clean water

For nutritious food

I’m grateful for life

And my house

My pet

And my clothes

I’m grateful...

“If I survive, can I go home?”

“Where is home, Jacob? Is there really something called home? Or can it be where you chose it to be?” The man said.

“I... I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry, you will soon.”

Jacob lay on the bed, silently crying. He knew he would die soon, even though he was only eleven.

Light slowly faded into dark. Jacob couldn’t see. He couldn’t breath. He was dead....

The chief appeared behind me.

“Poppy!” He said.

“What?” I asked. Emma couldn’t see me talking with him.

“You have to let her win.”

“Oh...”

(Fun fact: I almost put the title as Poopy.)...

I love you

I want you

I need you

If only......

The gun hole appeared in his forehead. A drop of blood splattered onto my hand. Another villain dead.

The right way.

Not prison. That doesn’t mean they won’t do it again. The only thing that will get rid of criminals is if they’re dead....

High above the city I swing,

High above the city I silently cry.

High above the city I can see everything,

High above the city I could easily fall and die....

I wasn’t even that sad when dad died, because I knew I would be able to see him again. It wasn’t that hard either.

All I had to do was concentrate. Then turn the TV on.

———

Spongebob was in the top left corner of the TV. My vision started going fuzzy at the edges. Soon, I couldn’t see Spongebob. Then, my hearing went funny and shut off any noise.

I changed the channel to Death on my mental TV ...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Grab it

Rip it

Tear it

Snap it

Break it

Shake it

Take it

Bake it

Put it in a pie and eat it.

That’s what you would do....

¥+ So sorry! I didn’t have much time again!+¥

I had a treehouse, when I was 12. I played in it every day with my friend Jacob. My older sister, Kate, said it was babyish, but I didn’t care.

One day, though, we were sword-fighting with the wooden weapons we made. Jacob’s wasn’t really a sword, more a spear, but I spent weeks on mine, all by myself. I was so proud of it! Even Kate said it was alri...