• I remember when i was young,I had this best friend. we would always talk,laugh together, make jokes and play around. The last time i saw him, he was in bed in the hospital. Everyone was there, and all of them were crying.I didnt know why, I was young so i didnt understand much about death.I ask my older sister, is he okay?
    "Why isn't he waking up?" She came up to me and grab my shoulder, shhh..don't wake him up, he's alsleep for a very long time.
    i tiptoed out of the room after i placed my favorite toy plane in his hands.
    Believing I would see him and my toy plane again.

    As I grow older, I realized, I will never see my plane again and my best friend, or i should say my first crush.
    At the thought of this, i fell to my knees and cried. Why didn't he tell me he was in such pain? I couldv'e supported him and made him smile before he died, but "no" he didn't want me to have my last seconds with him and made him smile. I didn't understand tat. My friends and family kepted telling me he didn't want me to be in great pain seeing him die, but I wanted to because I knew i can eased that pain. i know i cant eased his pains inside but i can eased his feelings. I only had one picture of him, it was when we were playing with the toy plane i had.

    Then one day, it was any regular day.I was in my house in the attic, looking for some boxes. Then i heard my mom scream from below and at the same time i heard, my dad shout, FIRE!
    My first thought was, go down the trapdoor to the hallway, in my room grab the picture of him and run.
    I quickly grabbed the bar to the trapdoor to get out and pulled. It was locked!
    I smelled the smoke rising and my brain started to react faster.
    I grabbed the Ax which was on the wall and slammed it down on the trapdoor.. It wasnt working at the first hit but at the 6th it did.
    I jumped down, barely using the ladder, getting splinters in my legs.
    As i stood up on my bruised feet, i felt my blood flow down my cold legs.
    I ran,ignoring the pain in my legs and opened up my closet, the smoke was getting thicker and thicker. I couldnt breathe, i felt my lungs failing. At the end i did get the picture, seeing the smile on his face and my favorite plane. I know he's been gone for a long time but i still miss him and never liked anyone else.
    I died there with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.



    (2 years from now)They build rebuild the house but a different family moved in.
    They were excited and cheerful when they moved in, In the family there was 2 kids. The daughter got the same room like the girl who died in the house 2 years ago. she opened up her closet and on the floor of it, she found a toy plane. and a picture of a young looking couple...but surprisingly...their faces werent there..leaving 2 blanks spots where their faces should be..........