Divorce. My parents were getting a divorce. I couldn’t believe it. First the fire happened at the store, then my sister and brother were murdered and now a divorce. It was getting to be too much. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I gasped as the pain shot through my arm where it was severely burned. Shaking away the pain, I pulled out my laptop and typed the name, MICHEAL WATZO. He came into the store the day before this all started, trying to buy it. He was to blame for all this. I just needed to find out why. Then I found a picture of him with a rolled up sleeve where I found the head of a dragon. I remembered that same tattoo on my ex best friend’s arm.
“He’s the leader of the flying dragons.” I gasped. The man who ruined my life was the leader of a gang that my ex best friend just joined. We became ex best friends because he joined that stupid gang. Tears started falling from my eyes as I fell onto my bed and started bawling my eyes out.
