The day after Christmas 2004, my brother and I decided to go sledding on the hill that ran down to our school buildings. I was ten, and he was seven. That morning as I woke up, however, I had a strange feeling. I felt a sense of foreboding, warning me to take caution. Because of this, we brought our trusty dog, Shadow, along. We were sledding, and one time, my brother pushed off extra hard and flew down the hill. He was going too fast and was going to run into the wall of the school. But I was too frightened to call out. Shadow, however, wasn't. She let out a shrill bark, which was the only...
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