Today I got home from school, and something terrible happened. It's Simplicity- let me explain. I was playing some guitar outside, when Derrick came on his little bike like he always does. Simplicity was playing. It was so cute watching her try to play with the leaves, trying to- oh God... So, um, he started harassing me like he always did. He commented on Simplicity, something about how pathetic she was. I pushed him off his bike in rage. So he got up and started yelling at me. Then I punched him, he punched me. He hit me so hard, I thought I heard a crack. Then I heard some screeching- a car skidding on the road. Then... Oh god, I don't think I can say what happened next. There she was. Simplicity, lying... Dead. The car had run her over, and just kept driving at that. Derrick was just standing there, looking like he was under a spell. I remember everything. I started crying. Lightly at first, then, like a storm, lightning struck and BAM I was sobbing. I knelt on the ground next to his mangled body. I felt...like I was going to die. I looked at Derrick, and started screaming so hard that I think I blew his eardrums. There were a few swear words yelled back and forth, and then I punched him so hard he was knocked out. I looked around and realized everyone was staring at me. Their judgmental eyes, staring deep into me. I looked back at them, then I went inside. The rest is just a blur. And now here I am, writing in this journal, sobbing on the pages. Just another day in the life.
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Short Story"Hello, My name is, well, that's not important. What is important is my story" TRIGGER WARNING~ THIS STORY MIGHT BE A LITTLE EXTREME FOR SOME PEOPLE. This is a short story project we are working on in my school. I hope you like it!
