He flexed his finger tips. They slid of the trigger and made a releasing pop. The gun flinched back and he dropped in on the group. His feet spun around and he began to sprint. Sprint away from this place. He couldn't stand to be here. There was too much death. Too much destruction. If only she would have stayed. Maybe this wouldn't be like this.
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Teen FictionMaybe before you try to think about your future, you should make sure your past isn't trying to hurt you.
