one life--short story series

one life--short story series-story two

here is story two

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a cold dark september morning sprung into action. i on the otherhand refused to get out of my compfy bed. hi, im Nathan Mack. like in usual terms, this is indeed the story of how i died. its not those storys that have a "happy ending" because not all stories have those. infact, i dispise those endings due to my sistuation. ill take you to the beging. it is year 2008. im a freshman in highschool. 15 years of age to be exact. well. id never get to drive due to the incident. caught in a shoot and run. well, that is, me and my friend Buster. strange name right? yeah, i thought so too. anywayyyyyyyy. i was sitting at my laptop typeing somethhing for my senior project. something on...the history of paper. how lame right? ye. we think alike again. anyway. once again. caught in a shoot and run. well not right away but aventualy, yeah. ok. you may have to wait a bit until i get to that part but i will. i promise. anyway.(for the 5 millionth time) well let me start. i went to school. listening to mr. Buner talk on and on and on. god, that man wont shut up. well the point is i was on my way home. walking with Buster. when someone shoots buster down. i lean by his ailing side and touch him trying to get a sighn of life. when i pull out my phone to call 911, well thats when i felt the bullet lodge into my spine. i cried out in pain. i felt the bullet knick my bone. i growled and turned to knock who ever shot me out but as i turned around another bullet went through my heart. i bellowed softly acheing all over. my nerves when crazy and my vision was blured red. i heard sirens and feet scampering away. but i was dead in 10 second. well turns out who killed me was my own freaking brother Eddie. and his partner in crime? my girlfriend.