Letting go…
My old teddy bear Bubbles used to be my best friend, until I had to let go of the past and move on with my life. Bubbles was my first real friend, she understood me, she listened to me, she was honest with her opinions, she was trustworthy but most importantly, she was a real friend ( unlike someone i know, aka KATHRYN ) cough cough, huh what? Anyway I realised after a few months that just because I was getting a bit old for teddies, didn’t mean I had to stop loving them, so I went back to my room to get Bubbles, but she was no where to be found, she was lost.
After five years, I realise that Bubbles was actually just stuffed up in my old toy box. I clearly remember the day that I was going through my stuff and I opened up the old toy box and I saw her in there, oh, the memories of seeing that first glimpse of her, good times good times. But then came… the accident, a few days after the discovery my sister and I were carefully and lovingly tossing her in the air to each other, it was a few moments in when I realised that my grandma’s dog was here, Sam the border collie. At that moment when Bubbles was in the air for a split second in came Sam, jumped into the air like a rocket and in a second Bubbles disappeared, the whole world had changed in less than fiive seconds. The remainings were just the left over pieces of stuffing.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, CRY CRY, SOB SOB
And that’s the end of my story, I know, it’s very sad.
By: Kate rox 
