Prologue

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*Readers are expected to understand what is meant as there won't be editing.
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Weeping hardly, I looked around and spotted some of my friends and family, all dressed in black, grieving. It seems like just yesterday she fed me with her frail and petite hands ginger cookies dipped in melting chocolate as I rushed to my friend's house for a sleepover. My dear old Grandmother Gwen just passed away. She was an asthmatic patient. She was sitting at the local restaurant with my Grandfather Gary, eating her lunch, When a jerk came and plopped down on the next table with his friends. He was one of those cool 'SWAG' kids with his black hoodie and below the waist jeans, not to forget the signature bling necklace, rings and Addidas shoes. He pulled out a Marlboro cigarette packet, took out a cigarette and started to smoke. My grandmother begged him to quit smoking, explaining him the reason that she was asthmatic. While she was telling him all that, he took out his earphones, plugging them into his ears and saying "YOLO" and continued to smoke. My grandmother's asthma was on the last stage at that point and she was gasping for air, she couldn't find any fresh-of-smoke patch as the guy's friends also copied what their leader did, thinking it would make them look 'cool', flooding the whole place with toxic smoke. My grandfather had already hurried to the nearest pharmacy to bring my grandmother a pump. After several minutes she collapsed to the ground, out of breath and......dead. Seeing what they'd done, the jerk and his friends cleared out immediately. The police couldn't arrest them because the place didn't have any signs that indicated that smoking wasn't allowed. That's how my poor grandmother had died. That guy was what made me repent those filthy swag faggots. I swear to my dead grandmother, I'm going to seek my revenge from that guy someday.
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*So how was the opening? This is my first book so be easy on me. If I get at least two votes I'm going to continue writing this book or I'm just deleting it. Thanks for reading and comments are very appreciated. Ciao. :3

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