As I watched the procession of people coming into the church and finding their seats, tears streaming down nearly everyone of their faces, I couldn't help for feel bad about what I had done. The large black coffin sitting infront of me, decorated with lavender roses taunted me, making me feel even worse for the crime which I had committed. That was when I spotted the little girl. She couldn't be any older than four. She was clinging to her sobbing mother's arm, confused by what had happened. I heard her squeaky voice asking, "Mommy, wears daddy?" and "Why are you crying, mommy?" The innocence of her little face, she didn't deserve to lose her father this way. What trouble I had caused. I got up out of the seat. I couldn't stand the guilt any more. I stormed out of the church, feeling stares following me to the parking lot. I had to get away, and I knew exactly how...
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Comments
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This was so sad but so great. Awesome!
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I really liked it. This is really good.
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"couldn't help for feel bad" ....for should be but
"infront"... space between in and front
"Mommy, wears daddy?" ... wears should be where's
I really liked this, very interesting. I think the ending was perfect. Good luck in the contest!
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