“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...
“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....
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.
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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 ...
¥+ 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...