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All I thought about was the party Mark and I was invited to. I didn't think about what could go wrong or any tragedies that could occur. I remember it like it was yesturday, because the coolest girl i know, Amy, asked me and Mark to her wild party that weekend. It was a surprise that she even invited me in the first place. Amy and I used to be close, but when she went into nineth grade and I went into fourth it was like we were in two different planets.

Nothing was going to hold me back from this chance at finally going to my first wild party. Mark didn't seem much excited. he would just say, "yeah, can't wait."In a very dull voice. My parents were asleep by the time it was ten o'clock. I opened my window, jumped out trying not to mess up my jeans, and ran as fast as I could to Mark's house. As I was walking towards Mark's house I noticed a man in black standing close by.  He must have been waiting on someone, because he was just standing there watching me. I saw that Mark was already outside waiting. I motioned for him to come on. He ran like I had never seen him run before.

We knocked on the front door. Amy came to the door wearing a tiny,black dress that barely covered her behind. Her makeup was sluttier than usual. Mark didn't seem to care that she was practically naked. He just walked in. There was a huge crowd, and the music was loud. None of the guys intrested me. I saw Mark outside on the deck. I went out there and stood beside him. He looked at me and said, " I've been wanting to tell you something all night. I just can't get the words to come out." I replied back, "You can tell me anything." " I guess thats true. Ok, I like you Ashley.", he said. I was in shock. I couldn't say anything, I was tongueless. He ran out to the road. I was running after him. "Wait! Wait! Don't leave!" I cried out. I saw the man in black agian, except this time he was going after Mark. I saw that man take out his gun , and I cried harder than I had ever cried before. Mark turned around. His last words were, " Dad, what are doing here?" It was a shock to see my best friend get shot by his father who was in jail for five years. I guess His father needed revenge for turning him into the police. In my mind that was no excuse. I ran home. The next morning I had a horrible headache form crying all night. Mark's mother and sister moved to Newyork after the funeral. I'm still regreting that party. I know that he's in a better place now. It's a tragedy when a ten year old is put to rest by his own father. R.I.P Mark Salter.