This is just a story I wrote in 2012
One breezy October afternoon, I was sitting on my bed on a call with my best friend, Hunter Artana. My kitten Pickles curled up next to me. Suddenly, CRASH! I ran upstairs to my parent's bedroom. The mirror has been broken, with glass shards are everywhere. I knew exactly what happened. I was terrified. Despite my source of scare, I ran up to the attic to find the murderer. I succeeded. He was cloaked in shadows. I punched him, then dialed 911. The police came to take the man away. Pickles ran over to me. I fell unconscious, but I woke in a pearly white building. Hunter sat on the end of the bed I was in. "Hunter, where are we?" Hunter told me an answer that I did not like. I was in a hospital, according to Hunter. "Well, eh um er, your mom is uhhhh, dead. I gasped. Moments later I had the biggest shock of my life. I found out I have cancer.