I silently hide, clothes ragged, hair shaggy.
I clutch onto my shotgun, waiting to shoot the cops that are now arriving.
I wait. My eyes lock and my reflexes are alert.
I fail to see the approaching cop behind me.
I sigh as the words: “1 life left” appears on the screen.
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I wake up, it’s 7 am. My parents are not home; my uncle said I’d meet see them soon. It was a party! My first party! I brush my teeth, dress properly, and Uncle drives me. As I get there, everyone was wearing black. Confused, I ask: where are we? Where are mommy and daddy?
- Simon
