Short Stories

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I know how most people read stories, since I've read quite a few books myself. I know most of you will skip to the last page and read that first, so I might as well tell you how this ends. I die. Yeah most people would kill to write out their life story, tell the world their last thoughts as they escaped from our world. Me on the other hand given the choice don't enjoy this, I have to write my happiest and saddest moments in a matter of a few words. A few pages that sums up everything you lived that was worth remembering. Real inspiring right.
It all started on September 14th 2003. That was the day I was born also 14 years and 10 months before the day I died. I had a happy life, a mother, a father and a sister named Havana. We were happy what you'd call the perfect family, we were what everyone wanted. I wonder how they're taking it. My family I mean, Havana is only 10 and she now has to live without her older sister. My mom and dad were only 47 and never got to see me graduate or get married, or even fall in love.
My grandmother always told me to cry at her funeral, I wonder if she cried at mine. Speaking of family I remember the day Havaa came home from the hospital. I had spent the night at my grandparents house and was sitting at the kitchen table playing with some dolls. When my mom and dad walked in with a small bundle wrapped in blankets. I remember asking what it was, and my mom saying she was my baby sister they named her Havana. My mom has a million pictures somewhere of me and Havana having cute sister moments throughout the years. Even at moments I didn't show it I truly loved her.
The love I had in my life wasn't just my family. I was blessed with some of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. First there was Oscar, we had met in 1st grade on the playground. I couldn't reach the monkey bars so put out his hand and pushed me up. From that day we became best friends, ever when we went to highschool he would always reach the top shelf for me. Then there was Hester, we had met our first year of highschool. We sat beside each other in art class, she was the only reason I joined the art club. Or even found my passion for drawing. Then last there was Ashten, we met in fifth grade. It all started when he was dared to kiss any girl on the playground. Your probably thinking that he kissed me. Well no he kissed a girl named Tiffany who at the time was my best friend. We only met because I punched him in the face after, and spent a week in detention together..
There is so much left to talk about like school, all the movies I've seen, the places I've been, the books I've read and the feelings I felt. But it is time to tell the tale I saved for last since my time is almost done. Just a little tip, when they say your whole life flashes before your eyes they are lying. You only see the things you remembered in you life. All of your forgotten memories gone to waste.
Anyway this happened when I was 14. 2 months after my birthday. My family was on vacation in some part of mexico, it was near an ocean. My parents decided they we should go to the beach swim in the ocean, feel the sand between our feet.
My mom, my dad and Havana were all too tired to go swimming so I wet out by myself. The waves were so big and huge the farter I went the harder it was to stay a float. I knew it was time to head back and began making my way to the shore. What I didn't see was the wave that towered over me knocking down onto the ocean floor. My eyes closed as the air in my lungs became sparse, I knew I'd be gone. Then here I am thinking out every last word of how my fairy tale ends. Cause in this one no one saves the princess in need, she accepts her faith and prepares.
And in the end she smiles. I thought of how and who I loved. And I knew that this might be hard on people but it was the right time for it to happen. And I took my last breathe and I died.