"Hey Christina! Gimme the ball!!" My15 year-old friend, Krista, said, "just because your three years younger than me does not mean you get the b-ball all the time!!"
"Well i don't see you making any moves to stop me!" I said shooting the ball through the hoop once again.Just then i heard a sharp cry coming from Krista's house. 'Please don't be having a heart attack' i prayed as i ran towards the house " Mrs. Wipert? Mrs.Wipert, are you okay?" When I reached the house I saw Mrs. Wipert with tears streaming down her face.
" Chrissy, Igot some horrible news for you......." She proceeded to tell me that my parents, who had gone on a picnic, had ridden their horses to Hukuhaha Peak and tripped over a log falling to their deaths. The horses had spooked and run away.
In the next couple of years or so i had to sell my horse,Christina's Rocky (C- rock for short), and live with tons of foster parents. i hated them all, and i was raised up to believe that hate was the strongest of all words. They all tried to suck up to me. I finally ended up with a family whose last name was Dorough..............
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