I was sitting in the middle of the road, protesting against the new anti-virus, I can hear the sirens of the police car coming for me. I choose to relax before I get taken away and thrown in jail. I grab a joint out of my pocket; it's got a few dents and cuts but its still good. I think to myself "I'm going to jail anyway no harm in breaking one more law". I hear the battled screams of my friends being bashed and beaten; they missed one, me, just chilling, waiting for the police to take me away. After all i did do the worst thing. I tried to steal the anti-virus, but i got caught...
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TerrorI wrote a short story for English and id thought id publish it :)
