Vision writers (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Dave

I make my way to the checkpoint.

Dad isn't here to help me so I have to do everything on my own.

The queue isn't progressing and it is quite obvious I am gonna miss my flight.

Advice to all, never keep track of time.

Finally checkpoint!

Oh happy day, oh happy day........when Jesus washed ( when Jesus washed).

Why the hell is that song still playing?

'Chandelle!'

Oh it was a ringtone.

I take off my shoes, belt and phone.

I walk through the scanner thing.

'excuse me sir could you step aside'

Huh? I looked at the guard.....oh yeah the lighter.

'we found this in your hand luggage sir, any........explanation?'

I smile, ' It's a lighter, I swear'

They still don't believe me.

I pick up the lighter.

Ugh lemme show em and get out of here.

A funny imagination pops up but I shallow it down.

I point the gun at the guard.

I pull the trigger.

BOOM!!

Instead of fire a silver bullet pops out.

Just like my I imagination.

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Sorry for the late update, I was busy.

I hope this chapter is good and explains everything.

Comment please!

I need it.

Xoxo-beulie_kodi