OW! Stop hitting me! A gang of thugs was beating me up in school. Mr. Rodriguez just watched, nothing else. All the other kids had ran out of the room, but for some reason I could only crawl. Even Charlie ran away. I was getting closer and closer to the door, almost able to reach the handle when it swung open into my face. A large man stepped into the room with large, unbuckled black rubber boots. He spoke in Russian to the other men in the room, and then took out a pistol from a holster on his belt, pointed it at my face, and shot. Breathing hard, I woke up in a cold sweat from the dream I had. I went downstairs to get breakfast before doing absolutely nothing, while my parents were transferring me to a private school.
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Captain Confetti
General FictionThe story of a strange man and how he and a twelve year old boy go on a remarkable adventure to stop the evildoings of Dr. Buzzkill.
