I think of myself as a beautiful girl,
But oh no according to Bradon Seagirs,
I’m ugly,
It is Christmas Eve people,
You never find your true love,
Even if she is so close,
She is never,
According to this boy I’m outstandingly bad at art,
You can never get your true love,
I still can’t believe that it’s Christmas Eve,
It was time to go home now,
On my way back,
I crashed into a boy,
I couldn’t help myself for recognizing this boy,
It couldn’t,
No it couldn’t,
No it wouldn’t,
Be Ethan Malik,
My old boy friend,
No it couldn’t,
I doubted myself again,
I felt like I had my true love,
No,
That doesn’t happen,
No-one finds their true love,
No,
I felt it,
And I knew it,
I had found my own true love,
No,
That doesn’t happen,
I had found my Christmas love,
Suddenly,
No it was 9:30,
I was out 2 hours late,
I ran back to my house,
Stopped at the front door,
I didn’t feel like it was a good time to go in,
Something bad was going on,
But it can’t be bad,
It is Christmas Eve,
Nothing goes wrong,
I stood still for about half an hour,
Outside the front door,
Whatever was going on in there was bad,
Really bad,
That was it,
I went in,
“Mum! What happened?”,
She was no longer alive,
She had died,
She had died,
I sank to the floor,
No,
It is Christmas Eve,
I was all alone for 1 hour,
Then I called the ambulance,
I started to cry,
It was Christmas Eve and my Mum had died,
I was alone for Christmas,
Nothing like that had happened to me,
Or my family before,
It turns out Mum had cancer,
I started to cry again,
Then,
I was no longer alive,
I had died,
I had died,