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At dawn I got a call from my mother telling me that our maid had died in her bedroom. I hurry into the room, and see her face of horror. The blanket was bloodstained and was covered in a white liquid that seemed to be milk.

I wanted to scream because my best friend had just betrayed me. Gail, my bestie had just found a house that belonged to her grandmother and she wouldn’t let me tag along.

              As I saw the graphite on that piece of paper, spelling out the last five words, I wanted more than anything to wake up in my bed realizing this was just a dream.