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Lola Rose: This is my life
My name is Lola rose, and this is the story of how I died.
It was 2'o clock in the afternoon, me and the girls were hanging around the bike sheds talking. "I had to do double geography this morning!" moaned Roxxi as she texted a message to Delilah. "I went shopping over the weekends and brought this gorgeous top!" I said. "Well my parents made me study all weekend!" groaned Marilyn, (her parents are very strict). The bell went for the first lesson of the afternoon. Me and the girls had an assignment to go to the town centre and ask people questions about the condition of the environment around Kensington.
We were walking along a railroad track when I couldn't recognise where we were (and believe me I know this town from top to bottom). I told the others and sure enough we were lost. As we started to head back the other way when I saw a bright light heading towards me. The others ran and got off the railway track. They were telling me to get off the track too, but it was like I was fixed to the bright light, I couldn't move. The last thing I ever heard was the sound of a train whistle.
"This is a special news report the head mistress of The Pink Ladies school for girls has just reported that four girls by the names of: Marilyn, Roxxi, Phoebe and Lola have gone missing. The last time they were seen was at 2:30 yesterday afternoon on there way to do a assignment. If anyone has seen these girls please contact us as soon as possible on 08930 712334."
It was tragic, a search party was set out to find us, but so far they'd found nothing. They were looking in all the wrong places. After three days of non stop searching, a stranger came along and said he saw some girls go into the railway tracks so they looked over there and saw three girls mourning a dead body, and at last they had found us all safe and sound, apart from Lola, poor Lola, may she rest in peace.
