I skipped "Loosing Them," because I could even read it without crying. If you think that "Night" was bad you'd hate "Loosing Them." This one is better.
"Where am I?" I said looking around the purple room. It was hard considering the ceiling was only a few feet over my head. Looking over the banister type thing I saw that I was on the top bunk of a bunk bed. Not just any bunk bed: my bunk bed. I jumped down the ladder and stared at my younger sister at the bottom bunk. Confused I wandered out of the bed room and straight for the bathroom, surprised when I knew where it was. Staring into the mirror, my mouth popped open. "How is this even possible?" I whispered to myself touching my younger face. How old was I? I knew that I had to be older then 8 and younger then 11, but where did that put me? And how did I, somehow, go back in time and turn young again. I wandered back into the bedroom revealing a much younger version of my sister while pulling back her blankets. "Emily, Emily, wake up," I said shaking her a little bit.
you should finish this story. It's amazing. To bad it can never happen I guess u don't want to move out.
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