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If there is one person that would talk like that it’s him. I staggered through the woods up and back wondering what I should do. I can’t just go up to him as if I have risen from the dead. You see, the true story is he lived with me 263 years ago, but he and I died in an accident when I was only 13. I have lived with him as ghosts for a long time until one day he was granted a wish to live once again but unchanged. Yet there was a catch. He lost his memory as if he was a newborn.
Aha that’s it, we came here together when I was only young on this same date and I woke up to him screaming at someone outside meaning this has happened before. This is the holiday I died but this has happened over and over again. I have got to save my dad before and I “Vroom” that car comes and smashes them. I scramble inside and yell to them and tell them to get out. They were in shock especially dad but also the other me, it was like staring in a mirror the car swooped past just as we stepped outside. We were so close to dying but just made it on the end of our tongues. I was relieved. Then I realised and standing next to myself and dad so what do I do? I ran for it, quick as a flash, like the wind. No one knows this forest as well as me and my dad... wait me and my dad oh no!
By Billy