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   I hustled along in the frigid autumn air, hoping to meet Courtney in time for school. The cold brought tears to my eyes, and i wiped them away angrily as one of my notebooks almost lost its pages. We met every day at her house, since my mom was usually in her bed crying in the mornings. She drove us to school, since she actually had a car. Rounding the last corner, I saw a boy staring at her house. He was about our age, seventeen, with curly black hair that was swirling around his face. I recognized him immediately: Courtney's boyfriend Trace. He was only a year older, but had a younger brother named Trevor who was a super cute little boy. I sometimes babysat him. When I neared close enough for him to hear me in the vicious wind, I called, "Trace!" he turned to me, and I realized there were tears streaming down his face. I stopped in front of him. "Trace?" i asked again, "What's wrong, Trace?" he looked at me with a horrible sadness. "She's gone." was all he said, gently lacing his hand over Court's Nissan. He was starting to scare me, and he was being to vague. Plus, it was freaking COLD out there. I stomped up to the front door and rung the doorbell, but no one answered. I pulled out the key to her house. I hated using it, it was rude, but I was entirely creeped out. As soon as I walked in, I heard screaming and sobbing.
  It was usually so calm in Courtney's house, a sort of normality you couldn't get from a depressed mother and a constantly working father. I called Courtney's name once, fairly loud, but someone who sounded like Court's grandma screamed "GET OUT!!!" from the kitchen. I was really creeped out now, and ran up the stairs, into Courtney's room.
  I was not at all prepared for what I saw. Her 3 brothers and he sister were huddled around the bed, sobbing and mournfully calling Courtney's name. Her little sister, Emily, noticed me first and ran up to me, hugging my leg tight.
  "This is it, Baylee." she sobbed into my jeans. "Courtney died."

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   I hustled along in the frigid autumn air, hoping to meet Courtney in time for school. The cold brought tears to my eyes, and i wiped them away angrily as one of my notebooks almost lost its pages. We met every day at her house, since my mom was usually in her bed crying in the mornings. She drove us to school, since she actually had a car. Rounding the last corner, I saw a boy staring at her house. He was about our age, seventeen, with curly black hair that was swirling around his face. I recognized him immediately: Courtney's boyfriend Trace. He was only a year older, but had a younger brother named Trevor who was a super cute little boy. I sometimes babysat him. When I neared close enough for him to hear me in the vicious wind, I called, "Trace!" he turned to me, and I realized there were tears streaming down his face. I stopped in front of him. "Trace?" i asked again, "What's wrong, Trace?" he looked at me with a horrible sadness. "She's gone." was all he said, gently lacing his hand over Court's Nissan. He was starting to scare me, and he was being to vague. Plus, it was freaking COLD out there. I stomped up to the front door and rung the doorbell, but no one answered. I pulled out the key to her house. I hated using it, it was rude, but I was entirely creeped out. As soon as I walked in, I heard screaming and sobbing.
  It was usually so calm in Courtney's house, a sort of normality you couldn't get from a depressed mother and a constantly working father. I called Courtney's name once, fairly loud, but someone who sounded like Court's grandma screamed "GET OUT!!!" from the kitchen. I was really creeped out now, and ran up the stairs, into Courtney's room.
  I was not at all prepared for what I saw. Her 3 brothers and he sister were huddled around the bed, sobbing and mournfully calling Courtney's name. Her little sister, Emily, noticed me first and ran up to me, hugging my leg tight.
  "This is it, Baylee." she sobbed into my jeans. "Courtney died."