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Random story number 1

Keep in mind: this is not a round robin story! I will continue writing it!

As he stared into the fire, his thoghts flitted around, like a bird waiting to be let free. Why was life so hard? Why couldn't things be like they were 2 years ago? when Jeff was still alive, when his parents actually paid attention to him. John sighed. Nothing would ever be the same.

not since the time where his best friend died. No matter how much he thought of it, reality wouldn't let go. His best friend was dead, and no one knew why. doctor's say it was food poisoning. Scientists say that he had a new bacteria or something in him.

Me? Glad you asked. I think he was murdred. Yet i always assume the worst. whether i know the answer or not, i always make it into a big mystery. But Jeff had always been there to help with the mystery, the adventures.Nothing would ever be the same without the best friend in the world.

As John listened to the others telling campfire stories, his heart wasn't into it. His parents had planned this camping trip since forever. It was just going ot be him, Jeff, his parents, and nobody else.

He abrutly got up. "I need some time alone." his parents gazed at him worriedly, but then went back to scaring eachother. John slipped into his tent and pulled out the magazine:

12 YEAR OLD BOY FOUND DEAD IN ROOM. NO ONE KNOWS WHY.

yeah. So why did he die? As John thought morre about this, the more he wanted to know. He had to find out

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So? What do you guys think? Is it too weird? I'm not to good with this stuff