story: So I woke up this morning. It was a nice day outside. I went to my bathroom to check on my fish, Mike and Oliver. I find out that Oliver is swimming lop-sided, so, as usual, I go get my mom. She says he is sick and needs medicine, and goes out to buy some. I don't worry that much and forget about it and watch cartoons. At about 3:00 p.m, she comes back with a container of meds for lil' Oliver. I get really happy and take it upstairs. I hadn't checked on him since this morning. I get upstairs and realize that Oliver's gills aren't moving. That means he's not breathing. His gills where moving this morning. Then it hits me, And I find out the terrible truth. He died a sufferable death, and it was all my fault. I wish I could have been there and been cheking on him. Then I could have asked my mom what to do. But I wasn't. I was too busy being sucked into the T.V. that I forgot all about him. I haven't eaten today because I lost my appetite. I layed in bed for 2 hours crying. I wish I could have been there, but I wasn't, and I can never forgive myself for that.
