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People change
like the tides in the ocean,
At least I think
or am I dead wrong?

Foot on the break
At the light I don't notice,
I'll sit an wait
Until the next song.

Twenty hours
In an old van,
Up the East coast
Through the cold winds
Drove 20 hours
By the ocean,
Up the East Coast
What a roadtrip

Now that interstate is paved with memories,
Of a past life I lived when I was
18
...

   I hummed along with the song as I looked up at the tree, trying to figure out the easiest way to climb it. I know, I know, normal eighteen year olds don't usually climb trees. Especially in a public park in front of random people. But I'm not normal.

   This was me and my best friend Macie's tree. In the summer it had thick green leaves that hid us as we spied on the people that walked by.

   No I'm joking. We usually watch Twitch or read fan fictions or something.

   Anyway, some idiots cut down the low branches on the tree, making it hard to climb. I walked around the trunk, listening to "Roadtrip" by one of my favorite streamers Dream. The lowest branch was about six feet above the ground, seven inches taller than me. I sighed and gripped the bark, putting my feet against the trunk and pulling myself up.

   After a horrible struggle (that caused lots of people to give me concerned looks) I finally made it onto the first branch. Then I made my way higher and deeper into the green leaves.

   When I finally made it to my spot, "Change My Clothes" also by Dream, was almost over. And when it ended, "Your New Boyfriend" by Wilbur Soot started. I sang along as I looked through the leaves and out across the park.

   Today was a Tuesday, but since school was out, there were more people out and about, some taking their littler kids to the playground or young couples taking a romantic walk. Or just a bunch of crap teenagers doing who knows what.

   I narrowed my eyes, as if I thought that would make me see closer or something. I saw some people walking around the
park—

I fell out of the tree.

And died.

The end.

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