A train hit Janes car. It burst into flames and flew off the track, killing her instantly. Some of her organs went to the hospital and saved lives. Reading Eulogy’s, her friends remembered her as a good person with a golden heart. She left behind three kids and a dog. Her family always talked about how much they missed her. If only they had one more chance to kiss her. Her sister missed her the most. She could no longer host her famous parties. Janes only mistake was texting and driving. She never saw the train coming.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Lol, I used to text and drive before smartphones. Because I didn't need to look at my keypad while I typed. But I stopped after getting a smartphone. I can't text without looking anymore and I don't wanna risk it. Great story!