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SPARKLING THING 

Last winter, when I was a child, I really like playing with my friends in the garden. We often play together until we forgot the time. In fact we never played until the night. My name was Alexander Roberth. I was a fourth grader in Canada. 

However, after that incident my friend has died. He has gone to a quiet place in nature there. Only alone and very quiet. It seems like he likes in nature there.

It happened when I was 7 years old, when we were playing in my home garden. We played together in the garden, until my friend finds a shimmering object. It is very beautiful and reflects bright light.

My friend gave it to me. Then I played it with my friend. We played very excitingly. Even my most excited friend then. Very beautiful memories of that time. And I'll never forgot it.

However, after playing my friend silent and don’t move. When I realized he was dead when we played that thing. I did not expect him to leave me so soon.

Though I just pierced his eyes and stomach many times and slashed his hands and also his legs, but he died instead. Maybe it was his destiny. Now I just play alone without any friends accompany me again.