A Snitch

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           "Get away from me you son of a bitch! " Clarise screeched, sprinting down a long hallway. A preteen boy with fair brown skin and a short curly brown afro chased her. In his left hand was what appeared to be a small metal pistol. Clarise burst into an open room, pushing the door shut. The room was mainly empty, except for the long white dining table and chairs. To Clarise's horror, the door was pushed open seconds later and her cousin barged in.
          "Hands in the air bitch!" the boy shouted, grinning ear to ear. He pointed the gun directly at Clarise's face.
          "Diablo stop, please I'm sorry!" Clarise sputtered out quickly, raising her hands in the air.
         "This is what happens to your sorry ass for talking since you love snitching so much."
         "Diablo, please please just put the gun down I'm sorry!" The girl stammered feeling tears roll down her face.  She searched her cousin's eyes for any care or emotion yet all she found was joyful malice.
         "Bye-bye ~," Diablo said in a sing-song voice before pulling the trigger. A loud deafening gunshot sounded before urine pooled on the floor.
         Clarise it turns out, was perfectly unharmed except for the small puddle of pee that her white dress was drenched in. Diablo couldn't contain his laughter and the whole mansion could hear his hysteria.

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