Haku was running threw the forest. He was tired and could barley breath and when he did it hurt. He fell to the ground because his feet could no longer hold him up. He could no longer feel the pain of the cuts and bruses all over his body. Then it started to snow, how Haku loved the snow for some strange reson it reminded him of his mother. Oh, how much Haku longed to see his mother agin. Haku could hear her calling him to come in............ Haku was home. So there was Haku lying in the snow, but yet Haku wasn't there.
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This is probly the BEST short story I'v ever writen!!!!!!!!!! Well I tink so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd xd
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