Death seven

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The sick kid

"Hey, Eliza."
"Umm, Shane?"
"Yeah."
"You look sick."
"I got the flu."
"Okay, UMM. Back away from me."
"Umm, okay."
We're by our lockers so I just take out a text book hit him upside the head and walk away. I don't want to get sick.
You can't blame me!

I turn around at the end of the hall and can see that I hit him too hard.
He's dead.
He's gone.
Oh well.
He shouldn't have came to school sick.

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