The Donor 's program: we give life

Chapter 1

I looked up into the eyes of a traitor. A man I once called a friend, I once trusted and ran to in times of trouble amd I could not swallow the pain. My breath was caught, my palms became sweaty amd I simply wanted to cry, let all the tears fall and hopefully plunge into darkness.

A part of me was dead, sprawled on the ground before my eyes.
"Murder!"  I screamed, " How could you, after all this years. Why?" All that I got was silence, followed by laughter.
"I told she was gonna kill you" Luke spoke up. I gave a serious glare begore turning to the person who just killed my bestie.
"Yeah yeah, enough of the drama, Grat it was an accident, Bearwy is old anyway. It was bound to happen. What do you think happened to your dog" Rebecca 's eyes widdened once she realised what she just did. We all turn to look at, Antonia, my little brother, who was about to break out into tears due to the revelation. Great.
"You said he visited granma, and I will get to see him on Christmas", he asked accusatorily looking at me. Before I could say anything, my older brother Gab waltz in. He looked and Tony and knew he knew. 'Smartpants' spoke without thinking.
"Oh, I see our little man has discovered that his dog spent its last munites splashing all over the highway," he looks at Tony, and pats him on the shoulder, "Should have seen it man, its guts were all over the road and the blood was like fresh paint on a canvas" he waved his arm tramatically, " that was a disturbing sight", that was his finishing lines before it hit him that Tony was 10, and not ready for the graphics.

Oh well, I rushed out the door leaving behind my friends to explain the situation to Tony, because I simply was not cut out for it.

When I got downstairs my mother gave me the 'what gives' look, and I held a mental debate, my decapitated stuffed animal or her son who will most probably need to see a pshycologist, mmmh. Dead stuffed animal it is. I ran to her side "Oh mama, the decapitated Bearwy, right before my eyes", I spoke up pretanding to be teary. I knew she would console me to the point of offering me some cookies because she bought me Bearwy when I was five. And she did exactly that. Now that is why I love Bearwy, even in the afterlife he was taking care of me, his oldest friend. Now he was a girl 's bestfriend.

I could hear little feet coming down the stairs and that was my cue to rush to practise. No not soccer practise, I was an undefeated underground fighter, and on my spare time I practised on wheels. I was not a bad girl, I just enjoyed the adreneline rush and the shocked look on boys when I came out of a car or when they found out that they had just lost to a girl. Now that was satisfying.
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