Parents walk out of principals office*
Dad: come on Zach, "were going home now." *drive is in complete silence* *when home Zach goes into room and slams door* Dad: "Zach, calm the freak down, now!" *Zach lays in bed and goes to sleep, and wakes
up at 2:00 am* *Zach goes into kitchen, finds a knife and starts to cut wrists until blood is every where like a scene in a horror movie.* *Zach wraps paper towls around wrists and cleans up blood, and goes to bed. -4 hours later- *Zach wakes up to the sound of screamng* *Zach runs into his parents room both of his parents laying in bed shot to death* *Zach runs to neighbors house, and tells them "Call 911 hurry, my parent were shot in theyre sleep! *niehbor calls 911 as fast as they can* ~to be continued~
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Taste of The Hate: chapter 2
Teen FictionMy first story sorry it's so short I'm pressed for ideas.