Chapter 21: Guns and Backstory.

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Ok ok! You need to legit see this video. It has so much feel in it. I didn't cry but this *points up top to the video* is gooood. Someone needs to show Rebecca Sugar this.

Alright! Another question.

Which Show is Better? Clarence of Teen Titans Go?

I say Teen Titans go since Clarence is just stupid.

Pearl P.O.V

We walk up to Garnets room. We walk into his room and I try not to chuckle.

He's really into weapons and guns. He's a little weird.

"So I see you like guns?" I ask while picking up a case.

Garnet looks toward me and his eyes widen.

"DROP THAT!" He yells.

"Woah." I say and put it down.

"I'm sorry, it's just something my aunt gave me before she died of cancer." He sits down on the bed and wipes his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. I feel the bed creak and feel Garnet hug me.

"I forgive you. I didn't mean to yell. But I'm gonna open the case."

He lets me go and grabs the case.

He lets me go and grabs the case

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He opens it and smiles.

"What is it?" I ask a little creeped out by his smile.

He shows me what it is.

A firearm.

"Wait, so your aunt gave you a fire arm?" I ask taking ahold of it.

"Wait, so your aunt gave you a fire arm?" I ask taking ahold of it

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"Well yes. In case anything happened."

I hold the gun in the correct way like how my mom use to do.

Garnet looks at me with shock.

"How do you know how to use a M1911?"

"Well my mom, when my dad was alive, he was a police officer and he taught my mom how to use a gun. Then one day, my dad left for duty and it was just me and mom. Rainbow went with dad so yeah. Someone knocked on the door and mom opened it. There were three people and they-" I cut off thinking about it. A tear rolls down my cheek.

Too Little Too Late (On Hold Lol)Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu