I rolled my eyes and started driving.
After a few minutes of silence we started talking.
I asked "Are you from around here?"
He said "No I'm from Kentucky."
Kentucky is right above Tennessee, so not to far from here, I thought to myself.
I asked him his name again, and he answered this time.
"My name is Jack Johnson."
I thought to myself, that name sounds familiar. I know who he is. I know him!
Last time I saw him I got so pissed at him, I didn't even want to talk to him.
He killed the person I would hang out with everyday, tell all my secrets to, everything I ever did was with her.
He killed my Best friend.
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The Apocalypse
أدب المراهقينI got up off the alley ground, sighing in relief the man was gone. I walk slowly torwards an empty coffee shop. In their I found an old phone, the kind where you have use your finger to move the dial. I found out later on that the cord was cut in ha...
