Okay so when I was about five or six me and my friend Emily were talking she always had cuts and stuff. I was the only one that knew that her mom and dad were beating her. Well the only reason I didn’t tell my mom was cause Emily begged me not to. So I didn’t well while we were talking she said that she wished that her life would end. Of course I flipped and well me and her got into a huge fight the last thing I had said to her is that I wished she would die and that I didn’t care about her. She ran off I realized what I had just said and I tried to catch up to her to say sorry. The next day I went to visit her she was on her roof helping her dad. What the heck she was five and her dad was making her work on the roof? Well so she saw me and was mad. Of course she was going to come down to talk to me. When she was coming down she slipped lets just say I no she didn’t feel pain. That’s probably my worst experience.

Kirra