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TV: A woman's voice bland and dispassionate flooded the room. She stood filling most of the screen, with flashing red and blue lights behind her.

"Fletcher street is closed in the wake of this tragic event. A teenage boy was struck by an SUV after leaving the park. Police were the first on the scene, but unfortunately due to the ongoing communications disruptions in the area, emergency crews were not notified in time to save this young mans life. As yet no names have been released but police believe he may have been involved in an earlier incident and are investigating. This has been your on the hour local news up date."

The news cast ended and a bouncing cereal box hopped on the screen. Cheerfully throwing cereal around like confetti.

(((IS THAT MY BOI)))

WAIT
NONONO

(no, keep it. I'm awful anyway.)
(NO. FRITZ SHALL LIVE.)
 
( It can be any random kid. I was trying to get sherri to think hey, maybe I should check up on my friends...)
(Ooh. She must be so insensitive not to think that.)
Sherri looked shocked.
After all that had happened today, and this? "Mom," she said, nose to nose with her mother, holding her face with her green eyes locked on her mother's. "I'm being serious. Let me go see my friends. I want to be sure they are ok."
She knew her mother would be too protective, not let her go.
"Ok, fine, I'll drive you," said her mom, pale, lined face set with grim determination. She understood her daughter would want to make sure her friends would be ok, and not knowing what had happened at the park meant it could be anything at all.
"But I'll drive you. I don't want you to do anything rash."
"Me, rash?" Sherri snorted and blew hair off her face. "Never."
Sherri ran down the apartment stairs to the car.
Her mother was closely behind and soon the car was smoothly driving down rain-soaked streets.
 
"Wow! Sherri said. "I was just at that park! I can't believe a tragedy like that could happen there just after I left!" Although, strangely, she almost thought that seemed a lot more likely than what she had witnessed in the park.
It was. And after that, anything that happened seemed very likely and normal. She leaned into her mother, mouth pressed into a thin line.
(I changed it. (Why did you have it? Did you quote it?))
 

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