5A Little MisCalcalation I told my friend I hated her. I told her I never wanted to see her again. I told her stuff that I didn't mean. I was angry. Now, I am here while she is dead and I can never say I'm sorry to her. My last memory of her was telling her I hate you.
Fiction: Action, T, English, Adventure, words: 1k+, 7/13/2002