Michael lived around the corner. When I was walking home from his house, his mom could watch me to the corner and my mom could watch me from there. Also, we both had dead siblings. My baby sister died when we were in sixth grade. The swing set collapsed on her and I couldn’t lift it. A year later, Michael’s brother, who was a teenager, wrecked his motorcycle and died, too. When his parents flipped out and split up, Michael stayed with us for two months. Then, one night, he took off with my mom’s diamond necklace. Michael did that.
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Title by: nains.m
Story by: Nick
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