In Virginia Beach, Virginia, lived a family. One day this family, my family, the Tillingers went out to the store and bought 4 pet fish. 2 yellow fish, 1 black fish, 1 white fish. The white fish died not long after, about 2 months later. After another few months, the 2 yellow fish mated, and had a baby. That very night, the baby had disappeared. We believe that the black fish ate it. From then on, I didn't like that fish. Another few months passed, and the girl yellow fish died. Three down, two to go. After that, we began to ignore the needs of the fish. We didn't clean the tank or feed them. About 2 months later, the black fish died. The yellow fish lived on for another year. My parents believed that it lived off the alegea. But I knew the truth. The curse had struck. After a year, we had to move. We gave the fish to my friend Josh.
1 month later...
Lucky Fish was dead.
To be continued...
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THAT STORY SEEMED VERY FORMILIER FOR SOME REASON BUT I DO NOT NOW WHY.
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