I would like to say Carlos or Joe made it out alive and I would like to deny what happened, but if I did all of it would be lies. People around the school were total Jenks in reaction so the teachers weren't sad about the deaths. They weren't crying. They were worrying about whether they would be sued for the "minor incident." After seeing the teacher's shitty responses I thought it couldn’t get much worse than this. Naturally, things got worse. I woke up and went to school and this morning I overheard some of Carlos's friends talking about making the school scream. It was later today that we were depressed and doing math homework when one of his friends shouted "you sons of bitches! You fucking let Joe and Carlos fight and bet money on the Victor! Well this time no more fucking bets, money or life!" Three kids in the class suddenly pulled out guns and shot the roof while screaming. This is when what happened to me took effect. You may ask what in this narration, well the answer is energy. I felt a surge of energy as I got an attitude I have never experienced. I had the feeling that I would be OK and not get shot. I still got shot, but it passed right through me! I had never seen anything like this before and as I flipped out inside, outside I basically threw them through a fucking wall. They sailed through, not banging limbs just straight through. The cops were outside where I threw them and they got suspicious as to what happened and I felt partly ashamed, as everyone looked at me and stared. What had I become?
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Run away from your life
AdventureA book about a group of teenagers who decide to stereotype themselves by becoming the ultimate rebels and travel worldwide, constantly running away from their old life.
