text: Once upon a time there was a boy named Edward running around town with his friends, Carl and Jack. As they were doing so, Edward suggested going to the local sledding hill to relax and maybe run down it a few times. The other two agreed in unison, heading there immediately. After 10 minutes, they arrived at the hill, and talked for a little. Edward was tired after walking to the hill, so he said he would catch up. Carl suggested a race to the top of the hill, which Jack agreed to. Carl asked Edward to count down from 3 so that neither of them could start too early doing it themselves. Edward obliged, counting down and making sure neither started too early. Once he shouted go, Carl and Jack practically flew up the hill, like a plane lifting off a runway. Jack held the advantage most of the way up until Carl ran past, before starting to run back down. Jack tripped, and was tumbling his way down the hill. The boys had never thought it could happen to somebody close to them. They just thought it was an adult thing. They knew it could happen to anyone at anytime, but they didn’t know it would happen to one of them so soon. But it did. It happened to Jack. They didn’t know how to react when they were told what happened to Jack. There was too many emotions for the boys to handle. Confusion, sadness, surprise and anger hit the 2 at once. After 15 minutes of pure silence from the two, they demanded to see Jack. They were told no and tried again. After another no, the boys gave up, and went back to being silent. Edward thought he was to blame for what happened to Jack. He was the one who suggested to go there in the first place, and if he wasn’t tired and went up the hill with Jack, he could have helped him. He thought he was a monster for bringing the 2 others to the hill. Making Carl watch his friend tumble down a hill was his fault, he thought. He decided that nobody deserved to talk to him, the monster responsible for the death of Jack. Carl thought he was to blame for what happened to Jack. He was the one who suggested a race up the hill, and he didn’t help the tumbling Jack. He thought he was a monster for bringing the two others to the hill. Making Edward watch his friend tumble down the hill was all his fault, he thought. He decided that nobody deserved to talk to him, the monster responsible for the death of Jack. After that day on the hill, the three boys practically disappeared from society. In the end, the boys ended up in the hill, 6 feet under to be exact. All of the families of the boys were heartbroken about what happened to the boys, but couldn’t do anything about it. After all the hill wasn’t a sentient being. In the end, the families got over what happened, or so they thought. Every year, they go back to the hill, being careful not to trip. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Hi! First story on here, please give me constructive criticism. I like how this story turned out, but I would love to make it better.