As I walk through the piles of leaves, I think back to when she was here. We used to run down the road. We used to play hide-n-seek. She always hid behind that rose bush beside Mr.Brants. We used to have so much fun, but now she's gone, and she can't come back. I can never come down here and look behind that bush and see her laughing, friendly face. She will never hide there again. I won't hear her feet crunching all the old, brown leaves. She was my best friend, but now she's gone forever. She's six feet under. She's dead forever.. I watch my feet slowly walk down the dirt road, slightly glancing up as I walk past her house. She's gone. Forever.... Right?
