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The Day After

The day after my death I had the will to get out of bed I take a short shower to wake myself up And make myself breakfast Chocolate chip pancakes with a small glass of orange juice I walk by and I don't see anyone anywhere, maybe at school already I opened my closet and picked out that cute red top I saved up for so long to buy And my casual bell bottom low waisted jeans Brushed my teeth and my hair I made my bed Put my stuffed animals back in order Pack my lunch and books Put on my Jordans my parents bought me for my 15th birthday I grab my blue backpack and head out the door I take the usual path down to my high school I don't see my friend waiting for me at our favourite spot, maybe he went on without me Upon opening the doors to my school I am instantly filled with a gloomy atmosphere I don't understand what's going on I see my bullies and am ready for whatever beating they were going to give me But all I see is regret on their face, maybe they had a change of heart School's done Time to go home I guess I'll take my daily detour and get my slushy from the gas station Today was odd I walk down the sidewalk to get to my house But something in my mind told me to keep walking I lose myself in my thoughts and take a long walk down to the cemetery I've always wanted to take a walk down there As I walk further in the cemetery I see the cars of my family and friends I see my friend on his knees My family hugging and supporting each other I walk over and ask what's wrong I get no answer I take a look at what they are eyeing A tombstone? As I read the name of deceased My eyes shoot open As I realize That I finally did it This world finally broke me "Here lies Soleil Mitchell" And that was what happened The day after my death

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