I sat down on the porch with a umbrella.  The suns pink fingergs trailed arcross the sky. Really, it was beatuful. I was lot for words. 

But, I was sacred. nothing on this Earth could change that. There was always those words in the back of my mind.

"He might not love you anymore." I couldn't stand losing Alcatraz. I don't know what would happend if I was a god. Would I be able to see my friends? Or would I be stuck contorling stuff.

The suns rays begin to show more clearly, so I put my umbrella over my self and laid down on the conch. I really had no clue what to do.

The End

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