It was night. But you were awake. You wrote a story for your homework. Your teacher was so nice! You went to Creecherbay High School. Your mother came into your room. She said:
"Go to sleep, my little boy." Your answer was not respectful. You shouted:
"I'm not small! Go away! I'm not going to bed. This is terrible!" Oh no! Your mother was very angry. That was a bad idea. Your poor mother! What are you doing now? Your mother's name was
Samantha and she was
not happy. Samantha was in the kitchen and cried a little. You went to her to apologize. A tear ran down your face. You said, "I'm sorry, Mom." Samantha looked at you. "It's okay." You saw that your mother was very sad. You sat next to her and cuddled
you to her. You went back to your room.
A moment too late, your mother screams: "To hell! Hell is screaming! Oh my-"
You ran to your mother. But she was dead. Her heart was on the ground.
You shouted, "What? Where are you, mom? Have I lost you?"
You cry and cry and cry.