"hello i don't think we have met. my name is victoria a worthey. but you know me as ilive4death.if you didn't know i am 13 years old and i am very quite. i some times go on this crazy thing where i act stupid but that is just for fun. well what i really want you to see is a story i wrote. it is very short and sad. it is not true what so ever. please tell me what you think"-ilive4death

“why am I letting her go?” I thought as she walked away. “damn it why am I doing this?” i couldn’t do any thing it was hard to see her go.
“Sara come over here!” i yelled as i heard a familiar sound. A train? She turn towards me smiling
“Arian am I glad to see you.” she said not moving. i looked down and noticed the tracks.
“sara move out of the way the train is coming. You have to move now!” i yelled scared.
“what are you worrying for? I’m not on them.” she answered smiling. The train was getting closer.
“sara I love you!! Please come over here and live with me!” i yelled holding out my hand.
“huh? I… I love you too.” she yelled back. The train was getting closer I could see it coming. The train honked it’s horn telling some one to move.
“sara! Come here!” I yelled running towards her. Then a sound filled my ears. The sound of bones being smash against some thing hard. I closed my eyes hoping she wasn’t hit. A weird liquid splattered on my face. I opened my eyes when I heard the train pass. She was gone.
“sara? Sara? God no please let her be alive!” I yelled I wiped my face on my white sleeve. “Blood? No it can’t be.” I thought I looked every where. I couldn’t find her.
“ sara. No please come back.” I cried. I fell to the floor and cried. “if only I had stopped her sooner she would still be here.” I thought crying. A week went by and Sara’s funeral was today. I got into my outfit and set out for it. I watched the priest say nice things about her and how he’d miss her. He had no idea about how I feel.
“I loved sara so much…. Why is it every one I love dies? It’s all my fault I did this to her.” I thought as they buried her into the ground. I soon found my self buried next to her about three months later. now we can get married and live together just like we had planed.

- that was my story tell me what you think please.