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David Walters

Hay everyone! How are you? Awesome? That's great! Ok so in this story David will be talking to himself in his mind a lot sooooo whenever you see this. : it means he is talking to himself.
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"David Walters please report to Mr. Han's office at once." David groaned, this was the fifth time he's been called in by his boss. :He's gotten really paranoid ever since his wife had that baby: David thought. As David headed to his bosses office he wondered what he did this time. He was an editor, so mistakes couldn't be made. As he neared the office he heard his boss yell, "God Dammit Editor! Where are you! EDITOR!" :It's going to be a long day...: David entered his bosses office, You called sir? "Well there you are!" He screamed. "What the fuck is this!" He nearly knocked David over as he shoved a picture in his face. Well boss, that's the picture you wanted me to edit. "No it's fucking not! God dammit editor! This isn't what I wanted! We are trying to sell shit here. And your fucking everything up! Do you think that we will impress anyone with this piece of shit?" David learned that arguing with his boss wasn't very smart. No sir... He replied. :God I hate my boss he's such an ass: "Did you fucking hear me editor! I was talking to you! Get the fuck out and start working on a better picture. One more fucking mess up and your fired!" :This guy really likes the word fuck: Yes sir... David reapplied.

David had stayed extra late at work because he couldn't afford to get fired. His wife would be pissed. He got home around eleven. :stupid L.A traffic: When he got home he was greeted with a quiet house and a piece of chicken from that nights dinner. After he ate he went upstairs and was surprised to see his wife Isabelle, in bed. She looked up from her book, then continued reading. "How was work?" She asked. Peachy keen! David replied with the most sarcastic voice and expression he could muster. His wife laughed and told him to go change. They cuddled in bed before turning in for the night.

The next morning David and Isabelle were greeted by there two lovely children jumping on their bed. "Papa! Wake up, wake up! Come make me breakfast!" Yelled Stephanie, their seven year old daughter. "What about me daddy...?" Whined Joey, their 4 year old son. "Will you make me yummy too?" (that's what Joey called food)

After breakfast: You guys good? David asked. "Yea papa we are good!" Stephanie exclaimed excitedly. Steph... What's up? Your usually not this happy in the mornings, especially on school mornings. "Oh. Well. You can't tell mommy. But there is this boy, Jonny. He's super cute! And Lacy said he was going to kiss me under the big tree today!" Hmm well Sweetie you can't go kissing any boys until I've met them. I've gotta keep my babies safe! David said. "Hm ok papa, good point. I don't want to get axe raped! Bye papa I going to miss the bus!" David stared at his SEVEN year old as she ran to the bus stop. :Axe Rape? I have to talk to her teacher...: "Morning baby. Did Steph already leave?" Isabelle asked. Yes you just missed her, and I forgot to tell you I'm taking the day off work, soooo you can go into work today! David gave her a devilish grin. "Aw thanks baby, your so considerate." Said a sarcastic Isabelle.

Joeys POV
"So little man... What do you want to do today. It's just you and daddy. We could go do guys day!" Ok daddy! That's fun! We go to the parky! Pweas! "Sure thing little buddy...! Let's go after your sister gets back from school though. Ok?"

David's POV
After I picked up Steph from her school we went to the park. The traffic was extremely bad that day, and I was afraid we would get to the park around when all the pedos and pot smokers got there. The traffic had thinned out a little more and I was going at about 40 when had heard Steph yell that there was a big car. I didn't understand what she had meant until I felt the car jerk, then roll over. We stopped rolling and I looked back at my kids. Steph was bleeding from her head and Joey was unconscious. Glass was everywhere. That's when I realized the stinging pain in my head and the red, warm liquid running down my face. I tried opening the door and yelling for help. But I felt the car jerk again. Two other cars had rammed into us, one on each side of the car. My body felt numb and I looked at my kids again. Both unconscious and bleeding. I tried reaching for them.. But my vision was getting blurry. And a horrible ringing along with yelling and frantic voices filled my ears. The last thing I remember was holding my kids hands and crying.