Like my memories, this cup of coffee tastes bitter. They must keep this room freezing to rush me. The clock on the wall in front of me ticked like a heart beating. The police officer pushed a legal pad towards me saying to write in my own words what had happened. My hand trembled as I took the pencil and began.
My name is Makeda Parsons, I swear this to be an accurate account of my days at Crescendo Band Camp starting on May 10th, 2010.
NOTE: This is a short story for easy reading.
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