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Life or Death Pranks

      She kept the gun pointed equally among both of us. My dad and I slowly put our hands up with terrified faces. Veronica's glare was burning a hole in my skull.
"Don't move." She said in a stern voice. She slowly walked up to my dad and put the gun up to my dad's head.
"Don't even try to escape," she started. "Or you'll lose out."
Lose out? I thought. Lose out on what?
Veronica slowly pulled back the hammer to the pistol, still keeping it pointed to my dads temple. Then...

She....

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Pulled the trigger...

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And...

Nothing happened. Veronica then came out of he nasty glare and into a smile.
"Now it's your turn Jen!" She screeched with excitement. Then, Veronica put the gun up to my head, pulled back the hammer, and pulled the trigger. Again nothing happened. I looked over to my dad who was as pale as a ghost.
"Alrighty then," said Veronica. "Now it's my turn!" Veronica said as she walked back to the corner on which she came from. She stopped, turned around, pulled back the hammer, and pulled the trigger. A sudden BANG cut through the air as she dropped dead onto the floor.
Yes!!! I thought. Then Veronica did something that I have never seen before. She got up, grabbed a towel, and wiped of the blood, then, ate it?!?!
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!!" I yelled. Veronica was still eating the blood. I got up and stormed over to where she was and picked up the gun. I opened the chamber to find no bullets in it, but a red cap that was empty. As I kept examining the gun, I saw the in place of where he hammer would hit, there were two ketchup packets.
"WHAT KIND OF SICK, TWISTED MIND DO YOU HAVE!!!" I screamed. I looked at Veronica who was eating the "blood" that was actually ketchup.
"The game is called Russian Roulette." She replied with a calm smirk. "And you just got Veronica'd." She pulled out a video camera that was hidden in the upper left corner of the room. "And I got all of your reactions on tape." She hit a button on the video camera that made the red button turn off.
I looked over to where my dad was sitting and his pale face was still on. In fact, he hadn't moved an inch. That's when I knew something was wrong.
"Dad?" I asked softly. I walked over to him and tried to find a place to where I could feel his pulse. His face was still pale. I gasped at the sudden realization that my dad's pulse was cold.