It was a Friday night after a party I sat outside waiting for my target but before that let's go back to my first kill.
It was a normal Monday I went to school books were thrown at me which happened everyday. The only reason I got a book thrown at me is because I read it when I ran off of my own books which were stocked in my black and bloody backpack. There was blood on my backpack because I saw a murder and dropped my backpack in a pool of blood, "well shit," I would say that everytime something bad happened. I had to go buy groceries so I could eat in my lonely ass house and I carried a gun everywhere as well as a sharpened fidget spinner AKA my spinning knife. I remember buying groceries then walking back home and being dragged into an alley.
The thug said, "Give me your money!"
I sat there silent and smirking.
