My New Friends
I grew up in a small town with Mary Jane, my brother's girlfriend. Mary Jane
was like my little sister. Her brother and I were friends, and wherever we went Mary
Jane could be found not far behind. Mary Jane was diagnosed with diabetes at the tender
age of 11. Nevertheless, she was a beautiful girl. She had blonde hair that fell into long,
spiral curls that bounced when she would walk. I will never forget the day she died with
my tiny, undeveloped nephew in her womb. My life is now lead by guilt, sorrow, and
remorse.
Guilt is beside me because of my selfishnes…
