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Stone

Once I got to the gas station I easily got a ride. Apparently semi truck drivers are not deterred by huge tattoos. Especially when the tattoo looks like you were trying to cover something up. Everyone says that you should be careful when choosing a tattoo. You should be even more careful about what group you side with. You could end up dead or someone you actually care about could end up dead. Roy locked eyes with me and ran. I directed my attention to him and pushed past the others. He left his little group and one of them shot my leg. I limped after Roy. I was not going to fail this assignment. When I kept limping they shot at me again. They missed one but landed three. 

Wet. Blood. There was so much blood. People shouted, no longer scared by me. With my last bit of consciousness I looked up to see Roy’s friends. They were gone. Then my vision was blocked by law enforcement as well as paramedics. So this is how I die? Huh, I thought it’d be cooler.

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Author’s Note:

Sorry these are really short. I wish I could say they get longer but they don’t… :/

-M

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