Camillia Diane Evans (Millie) dreams every night about the same thing ever since she turned 16, and the dream wasn't as sweet as her birthday should have been. An old room filled with smoke, the moon shining through the window, and a shadow that bec...
"Happy 16th Birthday, Millie!" Streamers flew out and confetti was thrown everywhere. Familiar faces of my family strewn about the room taking pictures of me in my Winnie the Pooh pajamas.
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Great. Jan, the only close friend I had was staring at me, wide-eyed, phone loosely held in her hand, mid-picture. I ran back to my room to change before they could say anything. Why had I woken up at 10 today. I grumbled, as I changed into a yellow floral dress I got last week.
I walked down the stairs slowly, peeking around the corner into the kitchen only to find Jan laughing uncontrollably. "Hey! Why are you laughing so hard," I said sulkily.
Jan stops laughing and walks towards me....Then she patted me on the shoulders and started laughing again! (ง°ل͜°)ง You want to fight bruh.
"You guys sound like you're having fun in here."
"Da~d. Why didn't you tell me there were people downstairs."
"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise birthday party then, would it." Ugh, he could've went along with it, but he has to get all technical about it. "Anyways, everyone's waiting for you in the living room."
"Okay, I'm just going to talk to Jan for a sec."
"Knowing you, you'll take 10 minutes." He leaves and I turn to Jan.
I pulled out two guns and started shooting at Jan. ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿
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She ducked and tried to get away, but my Glock 41 was faster. The 4th bullet hit her right calf causing her to stumble into the kitchen cabinets knocking over a bowl that was on the counter as she fell. The bowl breaking into tens of pieces as everyone in the other room rushed over to see what the ruckus was about. I shot my uncles Fred and Larry in their heads consecutively. The Glock 17 did the job decently as I shot down Aunt Jude as well as my cousins Sherry and Lauren. Everyone was yelling and screaming at what I was doing, what was going on, and who was I. I just laughed and threw a hand grenade at the back of the entrance blowing everyone to pieces except my younger brother, William. He's only two years younger than me, but he's a walking encyclopedia. I threw him my Glock 41, he caught it clumsily as I aimed my gun at the arm that was holding the gun. He pulled the trigger, but a flag that said "You're dead " popped out. Suddenly a trap door opened and poisonous snakes slithered out. I pulled out my precious AK-47 and shot all the snakes on the floor. Then I grabbed a few of the dead snakes and pulled out a pot from the cabinet under the counter on my right. I turned on the stove and set the pot on top. I grabbed a cup of water from the sink and poured it into the pot and waited for it to boil. I diced the snakes and dump the pieces into the pot and waited for it to simmer. After 10 minutes it was a brilliant teal color and i took the whole pot and dumped it on Jan waiting for her skin to boil and sizzle before the soup of poisonous snakes could cool. I took all of their phones and cameras and dumped them into the dishwasher to give them a good rinse. The pictures of me in Pooh were gone. (¬‿¬)
